The drinking fountain which was a real fountain was a lot of fun and filled some time while we waited. I found a nice Corsican pastry for Janet which she enjoyed while waiting for our delayed boat. The next morning we were sad to say goodbye to Corsica after an amazing week, but the fact that our boat was scheduled to call in Nice in only a few hours lightened the blow. There was Jaxon that mysteriously disappeared. We finished the afternoon at the old port. We loved the rough feel of Bastia which reminded us of Marseille. As you can see we don't look at all like tourists and blended right in. The old town was a labyrinth of narrow streets with peeling pastel colored walls. After Dad's adventure and a great meal at Franc's, we went to walk around Bastia for a bit. When Dad was freed from his toilette prison his smile showed how happy he was to get out. Franc then said, "Richard, get in the shower away from the door." He started kicking the door harder and harder until finally the door broke and opened. I will always remember Franc asking Dad if he would like to come out and Dad's serious response in French, "Oui, j'aimerai sortir" (yes, I would like to come out).ĭespite all our efforts, we could not open the door. The bathroom was the size of a stall with no air circulation and it was a hot day. We soon realized that the bathroom door in the apartment which must have been nearly 100 years old was jammed. We heard him fiddling with the door for a minute. You only live once.I'll take one of each please.ĭuring our visit, Dad needed to use the restroom and was in there for a long time. We also had an assortment of French patisseries. Janet played piano and we all gave talks! Jaxon and Jonas hung out in the nursery and played with toys with no supervision, but had blast.Īfter church, Franc, one of the members invited us to his house for a wonderful meal from Cameroon. They were happy to have some visitors and we all participated. When we arrived we found that there were only two members at church. The chapel was behind a store and nearly impossible to find without help. Then we got through to someone who gave us directions. We tried the phone number listed over and over and when we were ready give up, Dad insisted we keep trying. We drove down that road looking for something that resembled a chapel to no avail. The Church website provided very little help as the address listed the main road of the city. On Sunday we started on an adventure to find the one LDS chapel on the island. She and Dad enjoyed walking along the beach at dusk. After the kids went to bed, Janet and I went out for a night swim in the sea and a walk on the beach. We watched the sunset over the sea and could see the lights of Bastia, the capital of the island in the distance. We had a nice pasta dinner and ate a ton of olives a la provencal. We slept with the calming sound of the small waves. We got a campsite on the beach which was great. We were taking pictures and the natives who were not impressed were honking at us for not running the poor guys down. As we headed up to the tip of the island we ran into a herd of sheep which blocked the road for a while.
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