The original plan was to drive home with an overnight in Baden Württemberg. We were gonna cross the Alps through Switzerland on Saturday then continue the following morning. By the time we got to the Alps, though, driving was going so smooth we decided to buckle in and go for it. Result? We drove just … Continue reading The Drive Home →

Tower, really cool piece of art of a fallen angel next to tower, some Italian graffiti, route to Pisa. Been to Italy quite a bit, dear vanlifer. Rome. Florence. Tuscany, etc. But Seeingland finally brought me to the leaning tower. And what a sight it is. I mean. That thing really does lean. Who’d a … Continue reading That Leaning Tower →

For newbies it’s the surprises and the anxiety that make it Vanlife. The good and the nerve wracking. It makes the juices that flow through veins both human and Bulli. Am I wrong. Go with me here for a sec as I wax pseudo Vanlife poetic. We’re new to this stuff. We started in May, … Continue reading Tropea, Italy →

On our way to Tropea, Italy, our navi drove us through the largest olive groves I have ever seen. Kilometer after kilometer, left and right, hither and nither, olive trees. Then we started to get confused. The roads were getting smaller and smaller. I was concerned that our micro-RV aka Germanic wunder-van, was getting (relatively) … Continue reading On The Way: Rombiolo, Italy →

One of the unexpected highlights of our bike tour slash last minute New Year’s Eve shopping spree was this market. Where ever we go, dear vanlifer, we’re always open to markets for fresh grub. Not to mention a quick view of the local winery. Vanlife on. -T

Route, view, lunch, elixir. We’ve done it before, don’t you know. Here. We’ve ridden bikes where some might no want to ride. Namely. Rural Italy. You know. The little quaint towns and villages, some along coastlines, lakes or vineyards? The roads have barely been updated since Roman times—when chariots went from here to there. And … Continue reading Cycling Along Italian Highways →

Nice clouds. When I first got to Europe, thirty or so years ago, travelled around a bit, it was a blast trying to communicate. In Paris no one spoke English. Same for Madrid. Amsterdam and Stockholm were great w/ English. Germany was at best so-so. As of our arrival in Bianca, Calabrian, I’m reminded of … Continue reading Language Barrier →

Wunder-van during setup, Beckett the killer pug getting acquainted, the route and the view of a car that during the fog we wouldn’t have been able to see. We’re getting better, dear vanlifer. Better at getting things done, departing on time. The goal this morning was to get up early, have a coffee, make more … Continue reading Fog On The Way South →

Miracle veggie collection, flower processing plant from 13th century, tourist stuff. Spent the afternoon hiking around Sorrento, Italy. What a tourist magnet this place is, dear worst-reader. Could it have something to do with… the Greeks having founded the place before there were ever Romans? But I die-gress. Sightseeing is as sightseer’s do. But this … Continue reading Saved By The Veggie Scooter →