For as long I could remember, I’ve had these flashes of memories in my daily life. Maybe it was that Sunset that I remember when passing Paris in the highway. Maybe it was that family member that I left a toy with. I was very little back 10 years ago.
We’d had the greatest trip and I couldn’t remember much. That’s what I get for being 7 or 8 at the time but for me that was the greatest time of my childhood, even if I can’t remember everyday I spent there.
So go on, 10 years pass. I’ve grown, my family’s grown.
I had to go back there to see what I enjoyed so much when I was little. And it happened. Albeit it wasn’t in the same car nor the same roads, it felt exhilarating either way.
So here’s the plan:
We’d go to Spain, leave around the area of San Sebástian to France and head to Paris. Then go to Germany and stop to see Naumburg, the city my father wanted to go see since he had done his military service there but had never gone to the city. Then hurry on to Poland and the Belorussian country in order to get to Russia quickly.
Did I mention we went from Portugal? SORRY! We did.
The trip lasted 5 whole days, with minimum hours of sleep and a whole lot of coffee. We were actually impressed with the petrol stations along Europe, because we’ve never seen some that are very beautiful.
Here’s a gallery of some photographs taken around the first 2 days.