"The ride to Andorra was likely the most beautiful countryside I’ve seen on this trip. If Barcelona is the Miami of Europe, Andorra is the Colorado. The Pyrenees jut out, rocky and elegant. The sky was cornflower blue and the land was red and arid at first, but grew increasingly grey and green. Little villages dotted farmland here and there; the Newberry and Monticello and Madison of Spain. Skeletons of abandoned houses stood here and there, quietly crumbling. An occasional larger town broke the monotony. Rivers broke the mountains apart, making swiftly for somewhere. Then there were long stretches of nothing. Nothing and dirt roads and electrical lines that ran as far the eye could see in both directions."