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No schedule – and not much of a route either
The journey starts in Finland and will eventually end… well, somewhere under the Moroccan sun – unless we accidentally spend two weeks in Austria admiring goats.
There’s no fixed plan. And that’s exactly how I like it.
Behind the wheel sits the undisputed world champion of getting lost.
I’m proudly known for my ability to take the wrong turn even when the GPS is begging and the backseat navigators are shouting “turn right!” – and yet, I turn left.
(More adventures, less logic – that’s not how the saying goes, but here we are.)
The vague idea looks something like this: Finland – Estonia – Latvia – Lithuania – Poland – Czech Republic – Slovakia – Hungary – Croatia – Slovenia – Italy – France – Spain – Morocco.
We stop wherever it feels right – for coffee, dog pee breaks, or because I missed the exit again.
This trip isn’t about ticking off countries. It’s about collecting moments, busted flip-flops, and stories you can’t explain without flailing your arms and pointing at a map.
