White Towns of Andalucia

Andalucia is famous for many things. It’s the home of Flamenco, tapas, its Moorish influences and the iconic white towns, or Pueblos Blancos, clusters of white washed buildings that adorn the whole community either by the coast and particularly in the hillsides.

Crazy Fun at the Cádiz Carnaval

Nobody quite does a festival like the Spanish, ok the Mexicans are pretty good, oh and the Brazilians, but still the Spanish are right up there with those guys. In Spain they need very little excuse for dressing up, making lots of noise, having a parade and generally just having lots of fun. All over the world at the beginning of lent there are carnivals and Spain is no exception.

Almeria; Tapas, More Cycling and Not So Fantastic Plastic

After leaving the lovely city of Cartagena we continued on southwards and finally made it to Andalusia, the most populous of Spain’s autonomous communities and where we plan on spending at least the next couple of months. Our first stop was the province of Almeria. We decided to head straight to the main city of Almeria to check out what it had to offer.

Exploring Alicante and The Costa Blanca

We have visited the Costa Blanca before, most notably earlier in the year for a mini family vacation in the lovely town of Moraira. It was July, very warm and very busy. This time around it is winter and we have a bit more time to explore and get under the skin of this highly touristed area that has been popular with Northern European for decades.

Cheesed Off: Our Turbulent Journey to Get Through France

After our Eurotunnel journey we arrived in France just before dusk and given that we didn’t want to drive in the dark, we cosied up at a great free aire right near the tunnel entrance. We had no real plans for our route down to Spain, just a general idea that we wanted to get south and that we would pass into Spain on the west side of the Pyrenees so we could visit San Sebastian and Bilbao.

Visiting London in a Motorhome

We love cities. We really do but visiting them in a motorhome brings with it a specific set of challenges. In Hamburg we camped in a poky little parking lot right in the center but close to all of the action. In Amsterdam we stayed a quick ferry ride away from the main hustle and bustle. Neither of these were options for visiting London, there just isn’t a facility to park near the center of everything. So instead we decided to stay a short train ride outside the city.

A Busy British Month

Touring the UK has not been a priority for us but this year we seem to have spent a lot of time doing it. In the spring we wanted to get the motorhome up and running. Now here we are in the fall spending a month here for some other obligations.

The Little Country of Luxembourg

It cannot be overstated how little we knew about the country of Luxembourg. We knew it was often grouped with Belgium and The Netherlands to make up the BeNeLux countries. Growing up in the 1970s we often heard the scratchy, crackly tones of Radio Luxembourg that used to broadcast music late at night. Yep… that’s about it. As we headed there from our last stop in Germany we actually admitted to each other that we didn’t even know what language they speak.

The Marvellous River Moselle

What do I know about German wine? Hmm, let's see… I don't see it on restaurant menus very often, it's maybe ok to pair with spicy food, it's probably not very good. Clearly, I don't know very much. What I’m sure of is that the thought of German wine doesn't make my heart beat with the same ferocity as an Italian, French or Spanish one and I don't think I'm alone. As someone who came of drinking age in the 80s it is fair to say my first experience of wine was probably a sickly Liebfraumilch. It's a wonder I ever turned to wine drinking again. Is my perception German wine fair? It could be that the curse of the Blue Nun was clouding my judgment. It was time to revisit my preconceptions as we took a trip in our motorhome in one of Germany's most famed wine regions; the Moselle Valley

The Sunny German Seaside

When you think of Germany, images of castles, mountains, beer, bratwurst and pretzels probably come into your head; you rarely think of beaches. A lot of Germany is surrounded by land, in fact three sides have only land borders and even the coast on the northern border is interrupted where pesky Denmark is attached to it. So it’s not surprising that sandcastles and Germany don’t seem connected in the brain.