25/09/2019
Too many years ago my husband and I took a road trip from Barcelona to Southern France. Literally everything we planned went completely wrong… I’m talking tears and tantrums wrong (from me, we don’t have any kids if that’s what you’re wondering). But magically all of the unplanned moments were perfection - including driving through the tiny picturesque town of Besalu in the Catalonia region of Northern Spain.
I’ve never written about this trip before, which is equally hilarious, ridiculous and wonderful. So throughout the next couple weeks I’ll be retelling the tale of how my sweet husband was in charge of planning our trip to Southern France and failed miserably.
Chapter 1: The Rental Car
Colin Slade was working in Barcelona for a month and missed my 30th birthday and Valentines Day - so when I was coming to visit he said he would plan a getaway for us to Southern France, a dream trip I’ve fantasized about for most of my life. I offered to help, since planning is not his thing, but he refused. So I reluctantly left it in his hands.
On the morning of our road trip, we picked up the rental car that we would drive from Barcelona through to France. I mentioned to him several times that I could book one ahead of time for a couple hundred dollars online, but he said no - it’s way cheaper to do it in Europe, like 5 euro a day. Ok fine.
So when we got to the counter, he mentioned that we would be driving to France. First mistake - our rental immediately went from 60 euro to 260. He then realized we wouldn’t have service in France so needed GPS - an additional 100 euro. So after nearly $500 for our car we were on our way.
All was going well, especially our stop in the fairytale town of Baselu for some photos and tea… until we crossed over from Spain to France 4 hours into our trip, at which point we realized that our GPS was only loaded with maps in Spain, NOT France. With no phone service, no ability to speak French and no way of knowing where we were going, this was when I started to cry.