We are but 3 days away from our most feared departure from Corsica. Up to today we have done nothing but eating cheese, playing Bog with clay and the occasional swim in paradise. Today we begin packing, which includes stops at the local supermarket and wine/cheese/hams caves where we intend to spend a small fortune on products forbidden by customs everywhere.

However, our hearts will remain forever void in the absence of... THE best calzone in the world, in the most random part of the island, a place you wouldn't stop at if they paid you, utterly small and run by an eerie looking white folk who's eternally covered in flour, I weep at the thought of leaving you me love.

We must find a way to take a piece of this angel breast with us, for we are nothing without it, nothing... (fade out)