The flat landscapes of Romania, and with them, (we hoped) less rain and hotter temperatures, were calling us.
After being underwhelmed by all that Serbia had to offer us so far, we agreed to visit one more place before we drove into Romania. Probably aided by the glorious sunshine that was beating down on us for the first time in what felt like months, Novi Sad was beautiful.
It was time to leave Bosnia & Herzegovina. Due to the time of year and the mountains, most of our time there had been cold and wet. Nonetheless, it was a wonderful little country to visit.
On the horizon was a snow topped mountain range. Wonderfully foreboding, it acted as a nice piece of symbolism to mark the part of our journey in which we left Western Europe behind us and journeyed into Eastern Europe.
Walking around Venice with very little cares in the world was bliss. We criss crossed our way through the narrow streets, had lunch watching the world go by in San Marco Piazza, wandered into the churches, and people watched.
Our trip to Morocco was more than a success. For Chris and I it was not just a holiday, but a test of; could we do it, could we afford it, and more importantly, did we enjoy it? Luckily the answer to all of the above was yes. At times the trip was difficult but the lows of the trip just added to the adventure, and left us with a story to tell when we got back. And, as my (not so) little sister wisely tells me, if nothing else, do it for the story.