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.
Us next to the car.
Love the Lisbon vibes.
Love the Lisbon streets.
The artwork on the walls of Lisbon is very beautiful and often filled with history.
Our old guest that we bought in our trip 10 years ago.
And thus the the journey began
A town we entered had some sort of party going on, never actually got to see what it was.
We went to Salamanca to eat and find a McDonald’s. Didn’t realize how confused I’d be when I understood that I couldn’t comprehend anything.
I find that this photograph feels too professional to have been taken on my phone.
I’ve made my goal during my trip to go to a McDonald’s in each country I visit and I sort of completed that so far.
Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton
Me in front a French McDonald’s
I’ve gone to many, and as far I can remember I first had a Happy Meal with a McFlurry in Spain, I had a Big Mac menu that I got a glass cup (that unfortunately broke on the way back) in France, and Germany we had some german food I believe,
so I don’t actually recall going to a McDonald’s. I’d have to go check the receipts that I kept. I lost internet in Poland and they used different currency so we had to unfortunately to just enter and go, same in Belarus. When I got to Russia it took a while but I experienced my first breakfast in a McDonald’s and I was very satisfied with what I had. First it was much cheaper than in Portugal. Normally there’s a little apple pie, but in Russia they have a cherry pie and it was amazingly delicious.
Slightly bothers me that they call it MacDonalds
The warm cherry burned my tongue a bit but it was worth the taste.
Anyways, that mostly it for now, I’ll possibly update it sooner or later with more!