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On May 18, 2008 Ruth and I flew out of Albuquerque to Atlanta, on to London and then to Nice, France. We stayed over night and the next day caught the ferry to Bastia, Corsica. We stayed on the island until June 1, then flew back to Nice and stayed until June 3, then back to soggy England and connecting flight toe USA June 4.
Always with journeys far away lands, it seems it almost never happened. Our friends ask us what it was like, and in a way both Ruth and I are stuck for an easy answer because it was an experience in a very big way. The truth is the journey fulfilled the only prerequisite of worth, ROMANCE AND ADVENTURE.
It was romantic because the south of France and Corsica are always beautiful and I was with Ruth every moment and she is beautiful. We saw beauty, ate beauty, drank beauty and breathed beauty.
It was romantic because I saw old friends and we remembered beauty together.
How can that be not good?
It was an adventure because nothing I planned worked out the way it was supposed to...it was an adventure because we got soaking wet and lost on cold streets...it was an adventure because all the ways it had once been had changed to something else...it was an adventure because I let go of old dreams and hope new ones will come...it was adventure because at times we wondered if we would ever get home with our skin or a nickel between us.
It was an adventure because it changed our lives in ways yet to be seen.
In three weeks I took 1178 photographs. Thank God for the digital revolution which spares the expensive and painful process of having too many stupid photographs that no one will ever look at.
As it is, below are 398 clicks of our all too short of a vacation.
