Since I'm now almost two months behind and just keep doing exciting things that I'm eventually going to have to document, I'd better get on this catching up.
So, after being shown the ropes by Jacques' parents, we headed off on our own on Sunday morning to explore Cap Corse, the northern tip of the island.

The road started off relatively normal, curving along the coast through cute little towns with gorgeous houses basically hanging out over the water.

But it soon morphed into one of the scariest roads I've ever been on in my life. Dad, being the Montana mountain man that he is, LOVED it. But Mom and I thought we might die what with the likelihood of rock slides on one side, an incredibly huge drop to the ocean on the other side, and a tiny little ridiculously windy road definitely not wide enough for two cars, or even one car and the occasional cow...

We stopped at a million little cute port towns with beautiful boats and beaches and even found a little hike to an old random windmill with a beautiful overlook.

I don't remember the name of our favorite little town along the route, but it had an adorable church,

an old fortress thing completely surrounded by cacti (which definitely called for a kodak anniversary moment for the 'rents), and the cutest little streets that we went poking along through.

After a bit of confusion on how exactly to navigate getting back to Bastia, we made it to the other side of the Corsica point, had some chocolat chaud and crepes and drove across the mainland back to our hotel. Another nap (expended WAY too much energy freaking out about driving off a cliff on those crazy roads) and freshened up before heading off in search of a Valentine's Day meal. We found the perfect little place without too much of a ridiculously exorbitant prix fixe menu and had a lovely V-Day celebration.

We woke up on Monday to a beautiful blue sky day perfect for exploring Bastia before flying back to Lyon that afternoon.
Mom's favorite place in Bastia

Dad's favorite place in Bastia

My favorite place in Bastia

Some other cute pictures


Dad held back his tears after turning his spiffy little car back in, and we sadly boarded the plane back to cold, wintry Lyon.

The plane was a bit late so we hustled home to drop off our bags and change and then were off (via my tiny elevator that my parents couldn't get over) to Règis and Marie Christine's.

They wined and dined us, and it was so cute to finally have my parents be able to meet them. Marie Christine had gone all out and served us a delicious dinner of soup and salmon and homemade beignets.

Tuesday dawned a little gray (compared to the glorious sunny blue sky of Bastia), but we were off on a proper Lyon tour. First stop: my little market.

We stocked up on fruit, veggies, bread, cheese, and of course pastries for a true French-style picnic chez moi.

Then we went off to explore the park with a bike that we all took turns riding. :)

We looped back to see the Fourvière, Vieux Lyon, and the Roman ruins (which were closed due to ice), and then stopped by the Tissue and Decorative Arts Museum where Dad found something that looked familiar...

Headed home, exhausted, for a home-cooked meal of pasta with the freshest of fresh market veggies. Yum!

Then to bed early so we could get up and head to Annecy the next day with Marie Christine and Règis!
We got to Annecy, about two hours from Lyon, at 12:30ish, and the sky was kind of cloudy and gray. It was still amazingly beautiful with breathtaking mountains encircling the most pristine lake I have ever seen.

After a quick tour of the gardens behind the Imperial Hotel--a huge gorgeous white mansion hotel/restaurant on the lake--we went inside for a delicious three-course meal. And as we were gorging ourselves (salmon salad, a melt-in-your-mouth rice chicken entrée, and what must be France's best macarons), the sun burst out of the clouds and it turned into a PERFECT day.

We could hardly wait to get outside and bask in it!


We strolled around the lake until we reached the cute little old town with its adorable canals and buildings.

We even stumbled on the good old family chocolate store!

We took the scenic route back as it got dark, and Marie Christine insisted we come back to their house for a dinner that she whipped up who knows when since we'd been with her all day. I swear she has kitchen elves...
Friday, my parent's last day in Lyon, we got a nice, lazy start to the day before meeting up with Jacques for lunch. My parents wanted to somehow repay a little bit of the kindness his parents had shown us in Corsica.

We took him to a delicious lunch at one of my favorite restaurants on rue Mercière, and then he walked us around Lyon a bit in the drizzly rain talking a mile a minute in his hilarious English. I'm pretty sure Mom has us married...

He'd done pretty well holding it in all week, but on his last day in France, Dad couldn't resist a little making fun of the French. And right in middle of Place des Terreaux too! Or maybe he was imitating Nathaniel (with his short scarf when he visited in December) imitating him. Either way, nice, Dad.

Of course it wouldn't be a visit to France without some shopping so my mom stopped along rue de la République to buy some chic black French boots, which she's proudly holding up below in the church courtyard near my house. :)

Home to pack and say goodbye before bundling them off with François, my favorite little taxi guy, at 5:00am on Saturday morning. Ouch.
Merci beaucoup for a FABULOUS visit, parentals!!!!!