Today, I drove to the Munich airport, met a family of 3 who flew in from France, and sold them our Grey Goose. They hardly spoke any english, so 99% of the transaction happened with google translate.

Saying goodbye to the Goose comes with various emotions that are hard to explain, so I'll go with Bittersweet. 16 months of figuring her out, all her nooks and crannies and things that did or didn't work - and we had just dialed it in. Truffy sure knew her well - a jump up into the backseat was surely a sign of adventure to come.

From the outermost tip of Scotland, to Siena Italy, and from the Pico de Europa national park in Spain, to Vienna Austria - and so so many places in between - the Goose did us well. At least 40 nights of vacation; another 30 or more from weekend trips.

Weston called it his Taxi. Clara called it, well she couldn't talk yet, but she seemed to enjoy it. Peter said it drove smoothly. Rose said it was an ok night of sleep living the #vanlife. My mom liked all of its features and had a fun overnight. Courtney and Pat napped. And as you know, we loved it.

Those of you worried about the financial loss due to depreciation and transactional costs, never fear, I calculated that we surely got the financial value out of the her that we put into it, let alone the net opportunity cost.

We leave you, and us, with a photo slideshow.

[and, who knows what will come our way in the future]

-Dave