Day 7 - Our last day......

Hillary was able to get the entire day off on Friday so we decided to rent a car. We were intrigued by the countryside and reports (in our guidebooks) of beautiful small towns and scenery if we traveled inland. I figured we could handle driving in France. I was really feeling brave. I took the train by myself, toured several cities and didn't get completely lost. We were feeling confident in our French (we had stopped responding in Spanish at this point). Why not?

Renting the car was easy and the price was reasonable. We picked up the car at 9am and needed to get it back by 6:30pm when they closed. No problem!

Here is a shot of our cute little Fiat:

We headed out to see a cute little called St. Paul de Vence. It was described in my guide book as the most visited village in France. It was gorgeous. Just absolutely perfect in every way.

Beautiful walkways everywhere!

Picture of the ground. So artsy!

We spent about 2 hours touring this little city and then decided to hop back in the ole' Fiat to continue on our way. One problem though, I couldn't get the car to go in reverse. It was a stick shift and I tried every way I could think of to put it in reverse. Push down, push the stick to the far right, swear at it, try it again. It seriously would not go into reverse. So, being the brilliant ladies that we are, I said to Hillary, "I think you are going to have to get out and push." And, she did!

We set off to find our next stop, I believe it was a town called Gourdon. On the map, it looked as though it was no more than 1 or 2 hours away. We drove up some beautiful mountain passes and saw gorgeous countryside. We were making good time, gabbing away and then we realized that we didn't quite know where we were. I guess we were feeling confident since we had a car GPS, two iphones, two guide books and an actual paper map. Who could get lost, right?  Funny thing was we knew that Gourdon was only a couple hours away, but every time we typed it into our car GPS, and it would tell us that it was six hours away. What? Fucking Gourdon.....

Anyhow, we drove and drove and continued to be lost. As frustrating as it was, we were still having a great time. Did I mention that I still could not get our lovely little Fiat to go in reverse? Ha! So, every time we decided to turn around Hillary had to get out and push. She was such a trooper! And, of course, I chose the most inconvenient times to say, "ok, I'm turning around now, go push!"

We stopped for lunch in a lovely little town called Comp. We brought our map into the resturant and asked the waiter if he could show us where we were on the map. He said, "oh, you aren't on that map, you are off the map." *&^%^%$@^# !!! It looked as though we would never find Gourdon. We had our lunch and decided that we need to skip the rest of our driving tour and start heading back to Cannes. We had to turn the car in by 6:30 and we didn't want to be late. The waiter helped us back track and we figured we'd eventually get to Gourdon. Right? Fucking Gourdon.

We cut off a portion of our driving tour, started to head back to Cannes and eventually found Gourdon. Unfortunately, in order to get back to Cannes by 6:30, we could only spend 15 minutes in Gourdon. Fucking Gourdon. We could have skipped it, but there was no way I wasn't taking at least a few pictures. I was making every minute count in this place.

It was cloudy at this point, but we snapped pictures as best we could

Ran into this guy. He kept saying, "I love you!" I'm pretty sure he was the town jester.

We headed back to Cannes and sat in a bit of rush hour traffic. As we were sitting there, I finally figured out how to put the car in reverse. I can't really explain how I figured it but it at least it only took me 8 hours to do it.

As we returned or rental car, we mentioned the fact that we could not get the car to go into reverse. Their response was, "why didn't you call us?" Hmmmm, yes indeed that would have been the way to handle it I suppose.  But then I wouldn't have had so many memories of this hysterical day. Good times. It makes me smile every time I think about Hillary pushing the Fiat.

Our last day in France was amazing. I had such a great time and feel bad that it has taken me this long to complete this post. Life certainly sped up a bit when I got back home. I am definitely going back to France in the near future. Can't wait!