Sunday, August 3rd: We leave the nice place in Orléans in the morning, tell the navigational system to avoid Paris at all costs and set sail for our home. When we see the Eiffel Tower appear on the horizon we know something went really wrong.
If this is Paris on a Sunday, I don’t wanna know what Paris on a Monday or Friday looks like. Holy crap. I’m clutching the emotional support drum stick and pray we make it through this city in one piece, preferably without dents and scratches in the car. But Grrrmaneta and my husband are a good team and get out us out of there alive and quickly.
We make a stop at a big motorway restaurant, but regret it afterwards. It was so crowded, I hope we didn’t catch another souvenir. One of those viral ones you sadly cannot brag about.
After more hours in France, we finally arrive in Belgium. We see another A3 sign and I suddenly miss Spain again. We’re not even close to home and I would love to get back already. The emotional support drum stick is helping in an interesting way – I am either holding it together with the steering wheel or tapping around somewhere. I might have a black and blue shoulder once we’re home, but it’s incredibly sooothing. Another thing I don’t expect anyone to understand. But I’m sure it is interesting to watch. Or disturbing – because my husband takes over in Lüttich and won’t let me get back behind the wheel until we reach our house.
At 18:30 we’re back in Germany. Another 3 or 4 hours and we are home.
We drive by Cologne and see the cathedral, but I still like the basilica and Zaragoza better. There. I said it.
We see another German A3 sign and it’s still not the same feeling as it was in Madrid.
We eat crap from our lunch box because we don’t want to stop anymore. We can’t even find a working toilet on any of the German motorways so we decide to just step on the gas and go. We listen to Arde Bogotá and talk about the concert and other things related. At about 22:15 we are in our street. The kids wanted to have some food at their grandparents‘ house so we leave them there and unload the car. At 23:45 all four of us are at home, sitting down and opening the last two estrellas to close this chapter of our adventure road trip to Spain.
