Renting a car while we were in Europe was the worst / best decision we made. There may have been a handful, or so, near death experiences but we got to see things we never would have had a chance to if we were stuck in a train.
Today I couldn't help but remember the abundance of poppies we saw while driving through Belgium on our way to Luxembourg. There is something so peaceful about poppies. I don't know if its because it brings to mind the poem we would recite in shool every rememberance day - 'In flanders field the poppies blow, between the crosses, row by row.' Or maybe it's because I just have a thing for flower fields. What ever it was I miss it.