I have to say that the final bit of this year, was not the happiest period. Mid-December I flew back to the Netherlands to spend the holidays with my family and get checked at the hospital again. Charlie and I had been busy on the finca and we were struggling to connect with each other. … Continue Reading
Being back in Spain turned into a less fun experience than I had imagined (still those expectations…). A few days before flying back, I had gotten a message from Charlie that rats had entered the van and had been eating cables around the engine. That felt like a massive bummer. It had been going so … Continue Reading
The journey South, after saying goodbye to Charlie and the North of Spain, was quite quick. In the North, I had very much enjoyed the beautiful beaches and the mountainous scenery. Although with my van they had been quite the challenge. Lotje could have done with some extra horsepower… But we always managed :). I … Continue Reading
Like I said in my last blog, my new mantra had become that nothing ever goes as expected. And with that, came the practice of giving up on having expectations to begin with. This is far more difficult that I hoped it would be. Expectations are sneaky little bastards. Making me feel the disappointment when … Continue Reading
After the Living Village festival and some back-to-reality days at my parents and the hospital, it was time to leave the Netherlands again. Off to France to Nibana! The Nibana festival was in immense ride. It started off quite relaxed for Mirte and me. The first 2 days we could just arrive and peacefully land, … Continue Reading