So sad to say goodbye to Morocco. I can say without a doubt that we will visit again! I am in awe of this city. From the landscape to the people, Morocco has me wanting more, lots more.
In an effort to stick to our itinerary, we headed north to France. It seems that we got out of Italy just in time, but we were headed into the thick of the coronavirus, and unbeknownst to us, things were about to get a lot more complicated.
We landed in Toulouse, France, in the evening, ready to pick up our rental car and head for the Pyrenees. We had already altered our plans slightly, due to quarantine in Northern Spain, which was a little too close for comfort.
The flight was easy, rather full all things considered though. But no masks or chaos.
We disembarked, no health screens, and went through immigration with ease.
We picked up our rental car, headed for McDonald’s, I mean we’re gluttonous Americans how could we resist, and then carried on to our Airbnb.
It was showers all around and lots of laundry. Remember, we still had camel clothes! It was supposed to be an early bed, but I quickly found out that Trump would be announcing some pretty significant travel alerts for Europe, so Hubby and I eagerly stayed tuned in. Around 2 am our time the news finally came.
All travelers from Europe would be banned for the next 30 days, starting at midnight Friday.
Wow! WTF do we do now?!? Could this be real?
We talked it over. Looked at some ridiculous/questionable/disappearing flights. Between flights that were way too expensive and flights that were more reasonable but still wouldn’t get us there in time for the deadline, we opted to reconvene in the morning.