At this point I could have gone to Andorra. It is a country after all.
And it was, literally, down the road a piece but everyone I talked to had the same comment. Going to Andorra is like driving in an hours long traffic jam so you can get to the mall for a frantic sale of second-rate goods.
I gave it a pass and went on to the college town of Gerona in Spain for my first two night stay.