Living in a van with no AC while driving through places named ‘Death Valley’ is no joke.
We didn’t so much drive across Canada as become possessed with our mission: Disney or Bust. Our initial planned route through the backwoods and small towns of ‘Murica was stymied by ICBC’s archaic and medieval insurance restrictions, so we made a beeline for the hills.
While we waited for Stormie to ship across the ocean we spent time at our family cottage in the Laurentians of Quebec.
We spent more time in France than any of the other countries combined. That may not be a statistical certainty, but it sure seems probable.
Amsterdam. The city was magical and hazy and beautiful and flawed and it smelled delicious.
Revered by our countrymen and reviled by most everyone outside of Canada, there is nothing quite as polarizing as the Caesar.
The cuteness of the Welsh ponies in Wales was so overwhelming that I remember nothing else of our short time in the country.
England gave us a welcome fit for the Queen. As it were, it was also the Queen’s birthday, so it seems the welcome was not entirely for us and was, in fact, actually for the Queen.
My interview with Tiny House, Tiny Footprint was published this week and we are stoked!!
Reporting my observations of our time in each country is a daunting task, especially given my irrational fear of an inevitable and slow decent into dementia. Summing up said observations in a single blog post is absurd and maddening. In every day there exists innumerable occasions where we are privy to the minutiae of our … More Germany (and other things)
Spending much more time eating that blogging these days, so here are some Coles Notes.