When I went last year, in October, to Nantes, France, from Portugal, on my car, alone, people said I was crazy and they never couldn't do what I did, I smile to them.

I love travelling, I could take the plane, but it's easy, and for me, more important than destination, is the road I take, the people I saw, the things.

And I'm grateful for people who couldn't do what I do.