With the loves of my life in a car that is packed from the top to the bottom - we actually have doors we cannot open.
Collecting road vignets of Austria, so it seems. Listening to one too many Mary Poppins song. Traveling intuitively from Austria to Italy.
There is a small stone that belonged to Jef's mother in the little bag under the rear mirror. It's our lucky gem.
There is a whole lot of sun to be chased. Cosette feels better up here, Louise calls many days 'the best day of my life' and Cesar seems happy wherever we are. Where we can be - just be. We would smile and we didn't look back.