And we're off in Flaming June

It’s a full moon on Sunday. We should be half way down France by then. 25 years ago, we headed off to Spain, just her and me and a camper. It was the best decision, the best journey I’ve ever made The first 6 weeks we just talked. Talked and cooked and fucked and drank 1 franc etoile and smoked gauloises.
Some things have changed, some things not at all.
Last night, at dinner, a farewell dinner with the kids she said ‘Can we just do it like we did before, just not talk to anyone else, just be you and me and the van?’.
Sounds great to me.