Of course, we did not make it on time. And when we did eventually make it, we had to return, because one of us had forgotten their passport.
But we did make it. We made it to to the most forgotten, middle of nowhere place with the most lost and forgotten Formula 1 hotel. Yes, you guessed it: we are in Plaisir, passed past Versailles.
We had dinner.
Pat wants me to make it clear, that this was my – not her – “dinner”.
I always thought that German TV would be hard to beat, until now. I think we have France catching up…
We are definitely travelling budget.
No more Learjets 😦
More “normal” than this ain’t possible.
A bit less driving tomorrow.
Really looking forward to a great crossing to Ireland!
Hospi-Tales 
One very exciting Road Trip. Have fun.
Small steps. No stress. x
This trip back to Ireland is like a holiday cruise, Treasa. If it wasn’t for the two dozen French school children across the corridor! I guess, it’s all part of life! And, wow, they’re having the time of their life!
Good and safe journey home to Ireland tomorrow! We await and welcome Padraig’s return. Three amazing people.
Not more or less amazing than yourself, Ting Ting! – We are with you on your journey!
Madre mía, sois mis héroes!!!
No somos héroes, Ana, más bien algo tontos 🙂
I doubt if it was Pat’s passport!
Thomas! -:)