After our exams in June, my friend K and I got the crazy idea to drive to the south of the country and just see where we'd end up. K had almost never been there and had made a short bucket list. I on the other hand know the region well and told her I could guide her around. My grandparents have a caravan in Trois-Ponts and all we knew was that we were going to sleep there.
On our first night we went to see the waterfalls (which is a big word for what they actually are) in Coo, but the park was already closed. When we arrived at the campsite we found the roads in such bad condition that all the bumping and shaking made our license plate break off the back of the car. Splendid! I thought we'd move all our stuff from the car and get installed so I could then call my grandfather to ask where he keeps his tools. I'm a handy girl and knew I could fix the license plate, but apparently I'm not handy enough to open the door of a caravan. What kind of a lock was that!? Both K and I had to try multiple times before everything clicked by chance and we were finally inside. If our first night was setting the tone for the rest of our trip we were in for something.