And off we go (to Morocco)!

And off we go, we want a revolution or a quick million or... finally off! After weeks of anticipation, Martin's 7000 hours of overtime and Milla's and my impatient waiting, the time has finally come. At 7:45 PM we drive through San Bernardino, just in time, because it closes at 8 PM due to construction work. And right after the Swiss border, a detour, we are guided off the highway and chug for what feels like 45 hours (actually 45 minutes) through Como and co, repeatedly missing the right exits, meeting the Solothurn motorhome minutes later (are we on the right track again?) and eventually, with the help of the navigation system and long gone detour signs, we're back on the highway...
Phew, that was just Italy, what will we do in Morocco?!
At some point after Milan, I race on the deserted highways and sing loudly to my specially created road trip playlist 'Surf Eat Sleep' and 'Hit the Road Jack' and there it comes, the feeling of freedom :-) And off we go...