Amorous or Foolhardy?

Trip Start May 22, 2009
Trip End Feb 16, 2010

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Flag of France  , Provence,
Saturday, October 31, 2009

Over the last months of travel, we’ve met and talked with many people about what we’re doing.  As you can imagine, we’re greeted with many responses.  Most can’t fathom a trip without end or adgenda.  Some say they admire what we’re doing.  Setting off onour own, turning our back on convention and creating an adventure.  Others think we’re fools.  Although the woman who said that followed with:  “the world needs more fools like you.”

Even I fluxuate in my thought about what’s goin on.  Most importantly, I live day to day and try to plan out what’s needed for the immediate future (i.e. food and shelter).  Some days I;m on top of the world.  I feel healthy and strong, and I’m exactly where I want to be.  Other days…well today was a day I felt like a fool…

First of all, we had a deadline.  Something neither of us are accustomed to dealing with right now.  Ferry departs Marseille at 7pm.  Brian was concerned about covering the 100 km distance and finding the port in time.  So, up extra early and on the road withour even eating breakfast!  After all of the worry and fussing, and snaps of the whip to go ‘faster’, we arrived at the port at 2pm.  Argh!  I tried to get him to go up into the town and explore, but I couldn’t drag him further than a few blocks - worry that we needed to be back in time…?!?!

Finally around 4, they opened the gate so we could drive in.  Only to find the ticket office didn’t open until 6pm.  While waiting, we talked with a lovely Frenchcouple who were completely unperturbed at our lack of language understanding.  The woman talked about the large mountains we would encounter and how the weather was supposed to be bad for the next week. 

When discussing our trip, she said it was ‘beau’.  Asked if we had a map - no, transaltion book - no, telephone - no.  I said ‘je suis fou?’.  But she confirmed, no ‘beau’, but offered us a place to stay at their home.  As she started to write her address and draw a map I realized that something was terribly wrong.  She drew a map of Corse (Corsca) - a little French island I the Medeterranian.  We were headed to Corse, not Italy!  The victim of not having an Italian map and too little internet time.  Who knew?  Propriano certainly sounds Italian to me…

We weighed our options: 
1)  continue on and cycle across Corse (2700m altitude mountains), stay at this lovely lady’s home and forward onto Italy from another port
2) change destination to another port on Corse where there are more options for forwarding onto Italy
3)  wait 2 days until there is a direct ferry from Marseille to italy (the one we thought  we were on)

In the end we decided on No. 2.  I was actually thankfull for once of Brian’s obsessive earliness as we figured this out and got on the right boat - well, a different boat anyhow. 

Driving onto the boat we followed the sign that said ‘Embarkments’.  I love how so many words in French are similar to what we use in English, but with slightly different meaning.  I certainly feel as though I am embarking on something this evening.  Something completely new and unplanned - even to us who hardly do any planning at all!

But tonight we’re talking a relaxing voyage by boat over the Medeterranian.  Which will be followed by another.  A few relaxing sailing days it would seems.  Not exactly what I thought we were going to be doing, but it will work.  We have our own berth with a shower and bed.  Oh the luxuries never end!  At least these 2 fools will rest well tonight and prepare for what lies ahead. 
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