"South"

"We could head towards Castellón, we have family there..."
It was mom who had come down from upstairs.
"Then we could sail to Algeria" Greg said happily.

"But we don't have the necessary clothing and equipment to walk over one-hundred kilometers of frozen wasteland" Dad and Martin had followed right behind mom, i was about to say something when he began talking again
"We need some one to go out and down to the market. Then find a store that sells winter and camping equipment and walk all the way back".

"I volunteer" Everyone's eyes turned to Martin
"Who's coming with me?"