Last Updated: October 7th 2025. My husband was driving on highway 1, we had to be on time at San Francisco airport to catch our flight back home. Home being Utrecht in The Netherlands. Far away from the beach and rolling waves I was seeing out of our car window. Yuri was asking why we had to go home, why couldn’t we keep on driving, he didn’t want to go home. Paul said shall we drive on? We all wanted to go further north on highway 1, was what was going through my mind. why don’t we? Half a half year before driving on highway 1 Paul, my husband, was…