The trip I remember most was some years ago. I traveled with my parents across the northern mountain range of the country. It was a one‑week journey, stopping in every town both on the way there and back. Beyond the beauty of the landscapes and the places we visited, traveling with my parents gave me an incredible experience. It took me back to my childhood. We would set off on adventures around the country in two Volkswagen Kombi that fit the whole family. Now, 40 years later, we still enjoy the same journeys. This time I’m the one looking after two “little kids.” They are 65 years old.