It's been 50 days since we started off for the Euro Rally in Lake Iseo and I can't seem to find my way home.
After Eddy left us in Amsterdam I headed south in what I thought was the general direction of my home.
I keep hearing these strange languages and a ship even took us to a place called Tomorrow or Morocco or something like that (they speak a language that sounds like Arabic).
Several days later, we found an airport in a place called Barcelona and Kathy got onto a plane headed for Athens as she had commitmnets.
I came across a town called Andorra. I thought I was nearing home as it sounded familiar, only there are lots of mountains (and fog) I think they call the Pyrenees or something.
This ain't Greece in September.
It turned out it was a country.
Where to next?
Boy am I LOST!
