Irritations

I'm trying to upload more photos, but since I've been sitting here for more than five minutes, waiting for the images to upload, I'm thinking it's not going to work. As long as the photos are still on my camera, though, I'll be fine.

I've been fighting with McGill, again, over the same stupid situation. Academic references! I graduated five years ago, but they still want me to find someone who remembers me. But I found one! Ten years ago an instuctor, but I've got the reference letter made. That's the thing with having professional writers for instructors...

My ordeal of building fires with wet wood in an effort to keep warm, and eating only sprouts and lettuce is about to come to an end. I really deserve a glass of wine, though alcohol is not allowed. We're meant to be headed to Corte for the afternoon, but we're still at the library, where I'm fiddling with my camera and this blog in order to keep awake.

There is fresh snow on the mountains, and full sunshine today. The view is spectactular, of the sea and of the hills. I'll play tourist for the day, should I get the chance, and probably eat a little clandestine meat. Yesterday I went to Tallone and hung out with the local baker for a little while, chatting about Corsica. I went home with two loaves of bread AND two apple turnovers. I'm eating all my Quince jam so that I don't have to pack it to my next destination, and enjoying some porto salut cheese. I recommend the latter. i was going to get some Corsican cheese, but it was expensive!

Enough rambling!