
March 12th
The trip got off to a rocky start. The morning of our departure, we got the word that our flight to France was cancelled.
“We apologize for any inconvenience.”
I spent three hours on the phone with Delta trying to work out an alternate plan. I eventually figured out a way to get to Corsica without major delays, but it would require me to go through customs, sprint through one Parisian airport, race a cab across town, then sprint through another airport, arriving just in time to catch my flight to Corsica. I made it – barely – but then because of high winds, we had to land in a different airport in Corsica, and take a bus across the island to my original destination.


My parents, meanwhile, flying in from a different city, were not able to make the same flight, but were eventually able to scrounge the last pair of seats on a plane to another town in Corsica, from where, like me, they were able to drive to our planned starting point – Bonifacio.
We thus all made it in just a half day late, rather than the 24 hours late it had initially looked like we would be. I had a few extra hours in Bonifacio while I waited for their arrival, and spent my time on a short hike near the hotel. Whew!
2 comments:
And you had pizza waiting for us when we arrived!
And I did not even know that they lit the fortress up at night.
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