There are no shortcuts...

To any place worth going (Beverly Sills).  I guess this kind of sums up our holiday.  We took 2 weeks to meander about, and over 5000 kilometres later we'd seen some beautiful places.  We had no itenerary, we hoped to get to Portugal, but if we didn't that was cool too.  We had no new-fangled technology telling us where to go, just a big old map.  And these are just a few of the places it took us...San Sebastian.  We loved this place.  We drove through construction works and busy roads to pop out into this artistic, lively, beachey, relaxed city.  This was the city with the crazy-cool toilets, beautiful salt water, a Jesus statute standing sentry over the city, tiny streets, tapas bars, and a French man squeezing fake boobies at me in a cheap shop.  See, said it was lively!
Border crossing, Portugal.  Some said we'd never make it, some said our car would never make it.  Both were wrong.  What wasn't wrong though was the Red Cross collector at the border.  We zoomed up and saw someone standing at the crossing point.  I started tossing the debris of the front seat all over the place to find our passports.  We pulled up and realised that the clever charity workers had found the perfect spot for a donation.  We were guilted into giving them some change and then carried on...for 20 metres so we could stop and get this pic.
Porto, Portugal. This is Mr Eiffel's bridge.
And this is the craziness of where it starts from.
Tiled houses?  Yep.  Tiled churches?  Yep.
A different view of Luarca, Spain.  I just loved the way this little town was nestled in the hills.

So, only 2 more lots of photos to come peoples.  Don't be sad now...