The drive south to our new lodgings was also full of surprises.
We may have started off in 8 degree temperatures but by the time we had travelled the 3 hour route we were down to -1 to +3 for much of the trip. None of this concerned us because we happily travelled through unexpected snow flurries which created a gorgeous landscape.
Road conditions were a little dicey but no real problem.
We were starting to wonder if and when we would ever encounter real sunshine like home then, as if on cue, unexpected sightings of gum trees and wattles made us a little homesick.
Our base for the lower half of Corsica was in Sollacaro about 50 Klms south of Ajaccio the Corsican capital. The location worked out well and placed us near a small village in pretty farmland country.
A drive to Ajaccio to visit Napoleon's home and birthplace was high on Gilli's to-do list and was very rewarding. The family history extending back into the Genoese, Italian and then French control of Corsica was fascinating although printed English translations would have helped. The home itself was massive but understandable when considering Boney was one of eleven kids.
One of our favourite towns was Sartene who's old centre remains almost untouched from the 1500's. Its granite buildings looked fabulous and have certainly stood the test of time.
Another day, another drive, this time across the island to Porto Vecchio. Rain didn't dampen our spirits but sunshine may have presented the town in a better light. Interesting all the same.
During every drive we noticed that natural spring water was everywhere on the island. It dribbles, weeps and cascades from the mountains forming puddles and wet patches on the roadways adding to the driving fun. At various points catchment basins formed from rocks and fitted with taps provide water for anyone, especially seasonal walkers and hikers.
We felt the Mediterranean coast and southern areas were the most scenic and when considering both Boney and Chris were born here, Corsica does hold some amazing history.
The time had arrived to again prepare our 'sea legs' for the ferry crossing to Sardinia for some real cappuccinos and wine.
We were missing the good stuff.
Au revoir Corsica … it's been fun