OUR EUROPEAN ODYSSEY pt 7
When John Muir, the influential naturalist known as the Father of the US National Parks, penned the now famous words, ‘the mountains are calling and I must go’, I doubt for one moment he ever imagined a family sitting on the Adriatic coast inside a metaphorical oven, pondering ways to escape the sweltering heat.
And yet there we were at 10pm, the mercury still pushing towards 30 degrees, admitting we could no longer hack it. The time had come to get out of the fire – and the frying pan – which meant answering the call of the mountains and heading for higher ground in the hopes of finding cooler climes. The tactic had already worked once on our trip, when we took refuge on Mont Ventoux, so we had faith that it would do so again.
As to which mountains to head for, that was never in doubt, from a geographical viewpoint or based on where we wanted to be for much of our remaining time in the Schengen Area.
By this stage we only had a few weeks left before needing to be outside Schengen,
