In January of this year, we had been traveling after the holidays from Versailles, France all the way to Normandy. On a whim, we stopped by to see Mont Saint Michel. It was an hour from closing and we barely had time go to the top and come back down. Then we drove south, passing by Pamplona with just enough time to have a coffee at the Café Iruna and say hello to Papa Hemingway. Then onwards to Portugal.
If I had known then how this year would turn out, I would have asked to drive and drive for as long as we possibly can. Before the pandemic broke out in mid-March.
