Journal: Trip #1 – Crossing Borders

Unlike flying, crossing national borders by car is a far more real experience. Even in the European Union, where much of the border security has been removed between countries, there is something much firmer about driving across the line between France and Spain than flying from one to the other.

What is it, then, that makes this section of land France, and the one here Spain? Mutual agreement? Some borders seem to be becoming more and more futile just as geopolitical turmoil increases evermore, while others become seemingly impossible and dangerous to cross. But the road will always call, the borders will always succumb to the willingness to explore the geography restricted by politics and human error.

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The Possibility of Perusing The Unexplored

The beauty of traveling by car is the possibility of seeing a new place every evening. Hundreds of miles away from yesterday, you can sit down at a new restaurant and meet new people, explore new avenues. 

The local colosseum is under restoration. Tonight Scorpion, a Dutch band, is performing there.
A questionable stereotype to keep outside a local shop.

Journal: Trip #1 – Being a Passenger

Passionate as I am about driving and roads, usually I’m the designated driver of the roadtrip. Especially when we take my car, which is manual in an increasingly automatic world. However, there are some perks to being a passenger like I am on this trip, especially when jet-lagged. Sleep is a much safer possibility when you’re not behind the wheel. 

Please follow the road

– an amusing direction from the Porsche Navigation System

Journal: Trip #1 – French Rest Areas

The rest areas on the side of the French highways are so well-maintained and plentiful, that I used to think as a child that France identified itself as a country to be driven through. Spaces for cars with trailers and caravans are everywhere, with picnic tables and grassy areas for packed lunches and some fresh air.