233 – Can we stay here forever?

Having driven so far, so fast, we are staying put a bit longer. This means I’ve less to report back so I might have to make the blogs every other day to not bore you with repetition. Nothing seems to happen before 10 or sometimes 11am. We forget that the Spanish are more nocturnal than …

215 – Living the doggy dream and environmental costs

We woke to the smell of smoke so thick we could taste it. A quick glance outside and all along the shore farmers had fires burning, with thick plumes of smoke being swept towards the ocean. Definitely not ideal running conditions. We waited until mid morning by which time the fires were reducing, and took …

214 – The road less travelled

Last night, I felt so thankful. I might not have a clue what TV or celebrity gossip is doing the rounds, but why would I want that when I can be nestled up playing skipbo with snoring pups (wish Jasper had joined us on the bed to). We were up and organised fairly early and …

213 – Bye bye cobwebs

We are slowly getting used to Spains scheduling. Sunday and Monday most places closed, and every other day shops open 10-2, then close and may open at 5pm. Despite this I manage to find an open bakery and buy pan o raisin that are bigger than my face and delicious! We also found a cafe …

205-7 Valencia city of contrasts

Our travelling pace has slowed considerably and arriving late afternoon on the edge of Valencia we opted to wait until the morning to get the bus in and explore. We were blessed by a bright day and chose to wander by Gulliver’s Park and the central district, seemingly circling the Central Market. The streets around …

203 – Ghost towns

Just a quick one today, as its been pouring with rain and we’ve mostly been driving. The highlight was trying out a new running waist spring lead with Ernest. After half a mile of being attached to a bouncing tiger, and being sporadically janked into trees and lampposts he seemed to get the hang of …

185 – Flooded Venice on a shoestring

I was awake at 5am having dreamt of my venice painting. I’d almost not bought it as I’d never been, but Mark knew how much I liked it and promised to take me (he had actually forgotten this when I mentioned it this morning lol). It was still raining but due to improve by 8am …

Realities of Vanlife

N.B. Grab a coffee this turned out way longer than I intended, but I hope you find it useful. A few weeks ago I saw a post on a vanlifers FB group page lamenting the glossy, happy image that people like me reinforce when we blog about vanlife. Truth be told there are a growing …

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