Kevin reminded me that my “dispatches” ended rather abruptly, and I thought it best to mention that I haven’t forgotten them. Travel, and the idiosyncrasies of tourism, have been consuming my time and leaving me too fatigued to write a thing. Suffice to say, it’s been busy, as many things have gone wrong as have gone right, and right now I’m writing from La Rochelle, France, trying to figure out the right path home. I should be safely back in Budapest by the weekend, where I’ll have the leisure to recount the many reasons why, when you’ve got a 15-year-old car, you should always fly rather than drive across the continent….

(Originally posted at the Contemporary Nomad)