Travelling

So we left Sagone on Monday after spending a night at our friends house all alone. Just like the abonymous comment, we took advantage of our opportunity and invited all the locals for a massive party and the same way it was discovered that Toby is a badass drinker, we found Lily to be one too. She was funneling beers with stunning quickness. She even beat the local chugging champ.
We left Monday, piling into a car and plannaing on driving to Pinarello with pit stops in Filitosa and Sartene. I don't know if it's Corsica, France, Europe or just foreign countries, but we had some difficulty following the road signs. Roudabouts, points, as called by the French, are quite annoying, and more than once we found ourselves circling around trying to figure out where to exit. As we got closer to our first stop, Filitosa, we found ourselves deeper and deeper into... Nowhere. After a lot longer than it should have been, we arrived in this minute town, Filitosa. My dad was really excited to see these five thousand year old rock sculptures. We got out and started walking through the outside museum that displayed the structures. At first, althoug hesitant to admit it, I seiously doubted the authenticity of the structures. They were about three feet tall and had exceptionally subtle and simple carvings that could, perhaps be considered to look like faces. We continued on, however, and we were increasingly impressed by the structures we encountered. The rocks had all been manipulated into small shelters and carved into statues. We also suspected that many of the rocks had been carved and used before being destroyed by the elements. It was quite impressive when put into the truly ancient context.
We continued on to Sartene and eventually found a miniscule, ancient town that reminded me much of Sienna in Italy only without the big square in the center. We quickly piled back into the car to proceed to our final destination.
After more driving and difficulty with signs we arrived in Pinarello and put our stuff down in our hotel. We ate dinner at this fancy seafood restaurant where I ordered a lobster. The waiters show you specifically which lobster or poisson (fish) you have ordered. When they came with the petite lobster that was going to be for me a woman next to us said, in accented English, "lucky boy." We realized the petite lobster I had ordered was going to cost 120 euros. Needless to say we hailed our waiter and quickly changed my order.
Which brings us to yesterday. We woke up relatively early and headed down to Bonifacio which is said to be the location described in the Odyssey as the town of the cannibalistic Laestrygonians... If anyone remembers that part. We took an unbelievable boat trip out of the port of Bonifacio and got to see the grottos and sharp granite cliffs from the sea. The cliffs are literally verticle and you can see all of the layers of granite on top of each other like we learned about in Earth Science. We were dropped off at this cool little island where we picniced (sp?). On the way back we passed these amazing homes that literally blended into the environment. We left drenched, salty and comfortable due to waves and splashes on the boat. We hung out, had dinner and went to bed early.
It's been quite an experience travelling with my parents who are French speakers. Everytime my dad speaks, he is asked if he is British because, as he says, Americans don't learn foreign languages and only the British have such an awful accent. I'm reading this awesome book that is very fitting about a man living in Paris and becoming re-obsessed with the piano. It's called "The Piano Shop on the Left Bank" and I highly recommend it.
I also finished Harry Potter and have an idea that maybe horribly far fetched but I'm going to say it anyway. Ce n'est pa in French mean "it is not" or "this is not". When said quickly, like a Frenchman, it sounds surprisingly like Snape. Therefore, I believe Snape, who has never been what he seems (starting with the first book when you think he is trying to steal the stone) will be good at the beginning of book 7 and will ultimately be ambiguous in his allegiance. I'll leave you on that note as la corse beckons... Off to Nice tomorrow,
Charlie