Home, Where You Make It

 
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It's a gas, gas, gas.... the wheels of the jaguar cling to the curves, as we zip along these mountain roads. Nous faison un tour du cap corse. The Rolling Stones come from the speakers and the air conditioning blasts out combatting the heat. We are high in the mountains curving like on rails next to sheer drops down 1307 meters - 4200+ feet - into the sea. Corsica. The photos don’t do it justice. I’m not suppose to tell you. It’s Europe’s best kept secret. Jean Pierre more than my office manager, family, says “Don’t say too much or they will come. Let’s keep this between you and me.” Danielle yells stop and we screech to the side of the road and she jumps out. “C’est les mûres!” She rushes to boot of the car and pulls out her swimming shoe- we pick berries until the shoe turned bucket is full. For each berry I put in the shoe I plop another in my mouth. We arrive home and I set the table while Danielle bakes fish and prepares a dessert with our blackberries. Jean Pierre fills the ice bucket and brings out a bottle of rosé. But first a Bellini says Danielle and I sit on the terrace sipping sweet nectar reminiscent of my home in Venice and think about these notions- Home. Family. Home is where you make it. Family is who you choose. I love these people. My colleagues, @danipelletier my head Diva Guide in Paris. More than colleagues. We are family. I called my mom and dad from the road. My dad in his cowboy hat answers the phone and laughs with incredulity. “You’re where??” He and JP and Danielle meet and when we hang up my dad texts. “You’ve spoke often of them over the last decade. I’m glad you’re safe.” I can read the sentiment. “You’re taken care of on the other side of the pond.” I tell him I’ll call him when I get back to Venice. In the meantime I regale him with photos from the road. Madame Eiffel’s houses (the wife of Gustav). The apartment building where Napoleon Bonapartes parents lived. The donkeys crossing the street. My dad says his donkey Jezabel will be jealous. The herd of mountain goats - there must have been hundreds- at the top of the mountain. “I want to come.” He says. “Corsica. Let’s keep it a secret” I say. “Just between you and me.”


OUR SPONSOR:

Truly Venice is a trademark owned by Property Solutions, a Swiss based company that operates as an agent for property owners wishing to lease their properties for short and long term stays. The company was founded in 2007 by a small entrepreneurial team that sees a great opportunity in offering people all over the world an alternative accommodation to hotels going beyond the traditional tourist trip.

We aim to offer a personalised service, organizing restaurant bookings and taxi services, finding the appropriate meeting and exhibition space as well as offering flowers, special wines and food baskets. Property Solutions is a customer focused company that values your ideas, comments and thoughts. We encourage you to give us feedback on any aspect of our business, whether it be about the website, the service or one of our apartments.

WEBSITE: www.trulyveniceapartments.com

INSTAGRAM: @trulyveniceapartments

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