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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.
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.
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)
Our trip through the Czech Republic ended up being significantly shorter than my wholly unrealistic initial estimate of a three-week tour filled with folklore and medieval squares.
There appears to be at a very minimum seven different way to say ‘hello’ in Hungary, depending on the time of day and your relationship with the other speaker.
The little country that could. It is green. It is friendly. Its street food includes ‘burek’, which is basically a version of a croissant stuffed with cheese curds and fried. Slovenia, I love you.
After being lulled into a resting, dream-like state of existence in Provence, we realized just how much of the continent we’d not yet seen and mildly panicked. We have since made a minor push to get to eastern Europe, which meant that our time in Italy was cut much shorter than we would have liked. Truly, … More ciao ciao!
Sometimes our version of perfect isn’t a deserted beach or unmarked road. Days like this, here in Tarifa, Spain, are how we re-charge our social batteries. We have met some amazing characters on the road, and I love learning about the motivations behind their decision to travel. There are people of all ages and … More #adventuremobile
I can’t say that coming to Europe during the shoulder season was entirely a conscious decision. Rather, after two years of saving and planning we sensed within ourselves a need to actually just go, before we continued saving for eternity and eventually settled on something more ‘responsible’ and ‘adult’ to do with our travel fund. … More off-season
Whereas France felt like home because we were so comfortable in a life not entirely dissimilar to our lives in Squamish, what I love about Portugal is that we are so far removed from that comfort and yet it still feels like home. The language is alarmingly unfamiliar, save for the few simple phrases we’ve … More portugal.
The VW community is a remarkable thing. When was the last time you shared a knowing smile and a tip of the hat with your fellow Mazda 3 or Honda Civic owner? This kinship and camaraderie is a prestigious honour reserved solely for owners of VW vans or buses. Admittedly, for me it is less … More Peace, Love and Volkswagens
Food occupies a near-constant space in my conscious thoughts. I actually wake up every morning already thinking about what we can have for dinner. Truth. As such, I feel it necessary to give credence to Local Ocean Seafood (http://www.localocean.net/) in Newport, Oregon. Upon recommendation from my dear and wise father, who is also a lover … More Newport, Oregon
A Syncro in the sand: a rare bird, and one most definitely not in its natural habitat. This is Longbeach, proudly proclaiming itself as the longest beach in the world. I am dubious, and will fact check when I am in the vicinity of wi-fi. Sidenote, I have become, annoyingly so, one of those people who wonders … More Quicksand
Christmas Eve 2013 was one for the record books, and I have to say that this kind of fortuitous turn of events rarely presents itself to me. A bearded park ranger bearing a truly uncanny resemblance to Santa Claus granted us the distinct honour of parking overnight on the bluff overlooking a perfect beach … More Cannon Beach Christmas
I am certain that my husband was under the impression that the purchase of Storm-the most crucial of all purchases in our (conceived mostly by me) future life of caution-to-the-wind adventure-would abate my constant need to stoke the fire of life. It has, of course, accomplished what I can only imagine is the opposite of … More
This is an investment in memory making. Our new home-away-from-home: the ’87 Syncro Westfalia, Storm. Freckles and all, she is a beauty, and she comes with more bells and whistles than you could shake a stick at. This is the kind of grand gesture (or risk) that is required to make such a grand gesture … More This Beauty is a Beast