After being asked on Twitter today what travel means to me I replied immediately: "Life. Freedom. Adventure. Making memories!" I´ve thought long and hard about that reply since then, but my opinion hasn´t changed.
I can not imagine my life without travel. I never feel as free as when lost somewhere in a new city. Every turn around a bend I haven´t driven around before offers the possibility for a new adventure. Every.Single.Day. creates new memories. Making those memories with the kids and/or Hjörtur = Priceless (well, sort of. If you deduct the insane flight prices from Iceland, lol).
Last year in Spain we visited the awesome Dali museum in Figueres (which our kids of all ages loved btw.)
On our way back we were kind of looking forward to just relax back at our condo, splash in the pool and get our tired, dehydrated kids out of the car. We usually try to convince people that we´re slow travelers, who enjoy the unbeaten path. But this day? - We were so ready to simply hit the highway!
And so we did. Or we thought!
Turns out that we took a wrong turn and ended on a road that wasn´t just not a highway, but actually didn´t look much like a road at all. At some point I even think we were driving on some kind of bicycle path ;o)
And then we saw a sign which read: Villa Joan.
It was a tiny sign, for a tiny town, with tiny streets.
And perfect benches.
And sour grapes.
And a charm that will stay with us forever.
I´m so glad we never found the highway!