We are in the middle of a pandemic. Locked in our homes only if we are lucky, and not in a hospital or worse. If you are not craving freedom and free will to travel now, you probably never will. Honestly, I am sick of it. Yes, I miss travelling a lot! Sadly, the only contact I have with my campervan is to put the battery on the charger. But when I do that, I have this tingling feeling, which isn't an electric shock. The memories are coming to the surface when I open the garage door, and I take a glimpse of the heart which incorporates the Mitsubishi diamonds on Mitsi's nose. The days, when I was so busy with loading the van to go for a long weekend camping somewhere in Portugal. Good days will come again. I know it! They have to! I never was a big fan of camping. Let's make this clear immediately in the beginning. When I was a child, every once in a while, my father mounted a small tent in the backyard on a random summer weekend. That was my only "camping" experience for a long time. The feeling of sleeping in the wild underneath the stars never came through during these "adventures". It was fun and exciting, in a certain way. But I never got the bug, only until I became a father myself. Yes, it happened in 2014 when we were still living in The Netherlands. I mean, my son was born back then. Not my passion for camping. That I yet don't have, in the classic meaning. Anyway, we moved back to Portugal in the early summer of 2016. One of the best decision we have made ever since. On the downside, we miss my brother, my sister in
We are in the middle of a pandemic. Locked in our homes only if we are lucky, and not in a hospital or worse. If you are not craving freedom and free will to travel now, you probably never will.