Welcome to Camp España!

We were warned. Back in Viveiro, a man selling sardines out of a cooler box

We should have known the Costa da Morte would push us around a little. The

We didn’t mean to end up in wine country. Not in the way people plan

We weren’t even sure we wanted to go. Finisterre, the so-called “end of the world,”

I don’t know why we nearly skipped Carnota. It was just a name on the

The drive to Ortigueira started off well enough. The road hugged the coastline, offering up

The sun was out in full force, the roads empty enough to make me feel

Madrid was loud, fast, and exhausting. We’d spent weeks in the quiet of northern Spain,

Swapping the salty sea air for dry, rolling plains, we turned our backs on the

We rolled into Cudillero mid-afternoon, the van tilted at an angle that made me a

We rolled into Gijón late and knackered. No idea where we’d parked, no idea what

San Sebastián behind us, Gijón ahead. Another stretch of Spanish motorway, and I was back

We left Pamplona behind, winding our way toward San Sebastián, looking forward to beaches, pintxos,

Right, so we left Zaragoza in good spirits, bellies full, van loaded up, and Mary

You know when you build something up in your head for so long, and then

France wasn’t supposed to be a big thing actually. It was just a stop on

Right. So, we bought a campervan.  No idea what we were doing. None. We’d barely