After what can only be described as a very tough break-up, if a friend invites you to their house in Corsica there's only one answer you can possibly give. So pack my bags I did and following an entire week of much soul searching, plain croissants and endless layers of sunscreen (SPF 50+ of course), I found myself late last night thinking of none other than Anais Nin's lover, Mr. Henry Miller:
One's destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things.
|Somewhere in Ajaccio at 9AM|
Destination Corsica didn't change who I am, but it has definitely made me shift a little on the inside... How? Well that's the beauty of travelling, you don't only get to see new things but you also get to meet new people. People's whose life stories, should you have a moment to spare, can baffle you or touch you, make you laugh or run a thousand circles in your mind, just to realise that you will never understand. Getting to learn such stories, so far removed from my own personal experiences, never fails to soothe me. Why? Because this is the moment when my heart calms down and I'm finally able to remember how big and mysterious our world really is.