Paris to Portugal to Italy to Germany
As the clouds open up to nourish the green rolling hills of southern Germany I sit and wright. Reflecting back on the last two weeks I am overwhelmed by the beauty of the European coutryside and the kindness and generosity of the locals we have met along the way. To date, this trip has been everything we hoped for. After leaving Paris we navigated our way south to Macon, France to meet up with our friend Olivier. Though our conversation was labored due to a substantial language barrier, we felt more then welcome in his home for a night and very much enjoyed each others company. Upon his recommedation, we twisted and turned our way down the backroads of southern France towards Millau. Through rolling hills of patchwork vineyards, along picturesque mountain streams and through ancient villages it was like riding through a postcard, as most of this trip has been. From Millau, we set the relatively unknown country of Andorra on our r...