After weeks of anguish, gnashing of teeth and biting of nails, we have our prized French visas in our very grateful hands. Yes, the embassy gods cooperated. They heard our pleas, smiled down upon us and granted our wish yesterday when for the second time in a month, we presented ourselves at the embassy. We handed over the missing insurance paperwork, tried to look confident (although I was sure the clerk could see I was shaking) and waited an agonizing 40 minutes while the officials reviewed our file. “Here are your visas,” were the sweetest words I’d heard in a very long time. The final obstacle has been removed and we can make our way to our gap year starting blocks. Let the trip begin!