I had never even considered Sardinia, but it is close and I wanted a be achy trip as it's so hot.
I was supposed to go to Provence at this time. It would have been brutally hot and alas, my car dies on me yet again. Had I gone to Provence, it would have happened there, or on the highway ( my specialty!) Luckily, I was in a big parking lot near the sea, one town away from where I live. I was going to run into the big Bricolage store ( like a home depot type place, I don't think we have such a great word in English for this type of store...) and get bags of dog food and then run over the train tracks and dive into the sea....well, my car had other plans.
The fan belt blew. I didn't know it at the time, all I knew was that the steering went out, hence, lucky I was in the parking lot.
I know the name for many car parts now...the only silver lining to the car breaking down all of the time, but this one I did not know. I called my emergency # for my car insurance....it doubles as an insurance company and a AAA in France without the travel agency...had to do it all in French! and I did. The tow truck came and got me and I found myself sitting in another big tow truck with a strange French guy, chatting away as he saves the day for me.
He was interesting...piercing blue eyes, upset that his cab was a mess, no AC, no worries. He had worked all week and just wanted to hang out in a pool this evening. He told me that all day, foreigners were breaking down...
anyway, my garagiste was able to fix me up over night, and I was good to go...to Sardinia!
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