I may be one of the few Americans who knows where that beautiful little jewel Andorra is, and even fewer who have been to Andorra. I almost lost my life when my Peugeot fishtailed on a snow-packed road towards the edge of a high cliff in the Pyrennes (no guardrails). Only God knows how the car stopped inches away from going over to certain death.
I lived to buy a small souvenir apple made of alabaster and jade at a small shop there which I have to this day, half a century later. Still wish I had bought the silver lamé ski jacket, though.
It's true what they say that your entire life passes before your eyes when you're facing death.