did i mention i love road trips?

Soon after beginning our drive to the French countryside from Paris we got very lost. We decided, instead of taking the intended route along a freeway, that we would take the back roads, as suggested by a sweet cherub-faced French mechanic in black pants and a grease stained white t-shirt, who was so proud of his small town heritage as well as the towns around his. He gave us the best directions, even though he spoke no English. Through a series of hand signals and facial expressions he understood what we were trying to do and drew us a map on a small piece of paper. Don't back track all the way to Bordeaux -- too crowded and confusing. Follow the green signs for 55 kilometers through Langoiran, to Creon, then Branne, then Bergerac. We leisurely curved around dozens of round-abouts, then went over an old stone bridge, and finally drove 73 kilometers more to our destination. Five hours later, after two stops, munching on a baguette and meringue, laughing and relaxed, we entered the medieval city of Sarlat.