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David, Marc, Mark, and Jim take in the stunning Réserve Naturelle de Scandola

David, Marc, Mark, and Jim take in the stunning Réserve Naturelle de Scandola

From Ajaccio we rented a car and traveled north to meet our friends Marc and David, who’d just flown in from Toronto to start a well deserved vacation. We picked them up at the airport in Calvi and then settled in the nearby town of L’Île Rousse. Here their stress and jetlag were relieved with a virtually perfect day on the beach. It was all sunshine, fine warm sand, crystal clear water, a great lunch, and lots of catching up.

The next day we got a little more adventuresome and traveled southwest to the town of Porto and its spectacular coastal surroundings. The two-hour drive took us through the rugged mountains of Corsica and endless stomach-churning hairpin turns. After a coffee break and a lunch in lovely Porto, we spent the afternoon on a little rubber boat touring the soaring mountains and jagged cliffs of the Réserve Naturelle de Scandola to the north and the Calanques de Piana to the south.

The scenery was so spectacular that it easily justified the difficulty of the journey, but by the time we got back to L’Île Rousse we were thrilled to be out of the car, off those winding mountain roads, and ready for another car-less day at the beach just steps from our hotel.

But then Jim discovered that his kindle was missing and recalled setting it on the table at the coffee shop in Porto. Marc found the name of the coffee shop using google Street View, we called them, and yup, they have the kindle — just two hours and countless hairpin turns away. Now Jim and I cannot live without our kindles. So it’s Monday morning, and Jim got up early to get the ordeal over with. So Marc and David and I are headed to the beach, hoping Jim is back in time for lunch!

The beach right in town here in L'Île Rousse

The beach right in town here in L’Île Rousse

David, Marc, and Jim overlooking L'Île Rousse

David, Marc, and Jim overlooking L’Île Rousse

Jim does his thing after a short climb from town

Jim does his thing after a short climb from town

Pretty Porto -- the scene of our coffee break, lunch stop, and Jim's return visit :(

Pretty Porto — the scene of our coffee break, lunch stop, and Jim’s return visit 🙁

Plying the crystal waters of the World Heritage Réserve Naturelle de Scandola

Plying the crystal waters of the World Heritage Réserve Naturelle de Scandola

More breathtaking scenery from our little boat

More breathtaking scenery from our little boat

One more shot of the beach in L'Île Rousse

One more shot of the beach in L’Île Rousse

Marc tries out some haute couture

Marc tries out some haute couture

I had to work hard to choose a couple photos among the gazillions we took of this breathtaking scenery

I had to work hard to choose a couple photos among the gazillions we took of this breathtaking scenery

Franco awaits us with aperitifs as we come back from our first beach visit

Franco awaits us with aperitifs as we come back from our first beach visit

Traveling in the Mediterranean sometimes feels like an endless quest to find the brightest turquoise waters. We’ve come close in Tunisia and Malta. But here along the northern coast of Sardinia we hit the jackpot.

Amandine and Sabrina are Parisians living in Barcelona

Amandine and Sabrina are Parisians living in Barcelona

Jim relaxes with Tommy from Switzerland and his German wife Claudia and their two sweet kids

Jim relaxes with Tommy from Switzerland and his German wife Claudia and their two sweet kids

From Rome we flew back to Sardinia for three more days here in the north before we take a short boat journey to Corsica. We spent yesterday on the boat Mattia all around the stunning islands and bright blue waters of the Maddalena Archipelago. It really was heaven.

When we first arrived in the mainland town of Palau, where we are staying, we checked out the many stalls where people tout their boat tours. They all sounded pretty much the same, including visits to the same beaches and very similar sounding time slots, lunches, activities. And all sounded like we’d be slightly packed into a fairly impersonal experience.

We really wished we could somehow pay more for a smaller and higher quality experience. The more we travel, the more we despise most ‘group encounters’ of almost any kind, and the more we just try to avoid them.

We decided to ask at the hotel desk whether they knew of some better option, and they suggested we talk to Franco, who does especially nice small group tours on his boat Mattia. So I set out and found Franco and set up a tour for the next day. And wow, does our hotel get points for this recommendation!

Franco is originally from Monopoli, a town in Apulia that we biked through last fall, and he is really passionate about the natural beauty here in Sardinia. He so relished telling our little group all about the area, the geology that made it happen, and even the celebrities who occupy the spectacular villas. And on top of that he cooked up an incredibly tasty lunch with nice Sardinian white wine.

Our friendly little group included two young Parisian women living in Barcelona and a Swiss/German couple and their two young kids. I’m pretty sure we all found the journey incredibly special.

Posing in front of even more incredible turquoise water

Posing in front of even more incredible turquoise water

Stefano was Franco's first mate for the day

Stefano was Franco’s first mate for the day

Mark and Sabrina pose for the camera

Mark and Sabrina pose for the camera

Stefano shuttles the Swiss family back from our first beach stop

Stefano shuttles the Swiss family back from our first beach stop

Does it get better than this?

Does it get better than this?

The incredible coastal scenery on today's bike trip to the beach

The incredible coastal scenery on today’s bike trip to the beach


Lunch at the beach today started with an octopus salad and dogfish all’algherese

Lunch at the beach today started with an octopus salad and dogfish all’algherese

Our fourth stop in Sardinia brought us to Alghero in the northwest corner of the island. Over the last 12 days we’ve traveled the length of the west coast, and the scenery got more spectacular with each leg of the journey. Up here in the northwest lush green mountains cascade into a beautiful blue sea with lots of sandy beaches in between.

Alghero was another near perfect combination of things we love: a charming medieval city center, great food and wine, and beautiful beaches just a short bike ride away. We rented some really nice bikes here and spent one day exploring the coast (and beaches) to the north and another day exploring to the south.

Food is incredible here — many classics from the Italian table plus quite a few distinctive Sardinian dishes. When the Spanish controlled Sardinia lots of Catalans settled here in Alghero, earning it the nickname Barcelonetta, or Little Barcelona. There is still a big Catalan influence on the cuisine and culture.

I’ve certainly eaten more dogfish here than I recall ever having anywhere before (perhaps never?). My favorite Sardinian antipasto consists of dogfish, octopus, or some other fish served all’algherese — cut into chunks and smothered with a fantastic cold and tangy sauce made from sun-dried tomatoes, garlic, and olive oil.

Tomorrow morning we take a brief respite from Sardinia to visit with our friend Dara in Rome. Then we’ll fly back to northeast Sardinia to continue our journey toward Corsica.

The heavenly beach awaiting us at the end of today's exhilirating bike journey along the coast north of Alghero

The heavenly beach awaiting us at the end of today’s exhilirating bike journey along the coast north of Alghero

Jim checks out a cool catapult atop the town walls

Jim checks out a cool catapult atop the town walls

More lovely coastal scenery

More lovely coastal scenery