After having spent a couple of days at a bike park with friends, I was happy to hit the road again. I do feel way more safe in the van than on a mountain bike in the alps…
We wanted to visit my sister and her little family of four during the last days of our trip, since they were hanging out in the Normandie. Our route wasn’t really planned and our focus was mileage.
We drove all the way up from Les Deux Alpes to Etretat in two days. Two days spent on the road, driving steadily, listening to old music and talking, talking, talking. While usually, driving somewhere by car is more of a chore and you try to arrive as soon as possible, traveling by van, the journey really is the destination.
Again, we decided to take the country roads to both save money and take the beautiful nature in. We drove on only one road for most of the time. It was just straight, no hills and no steep curves, leading through vast rural areas, thousands of acres of wheat and corn stretching out next to us.
When the sun set, we stopped on a harvested field to capture the beautiful light.
The mood was so capturing and when it was almost dark, we decided to drive onto some smaller roads until we found another harvested field bordering a forest. The area we were driving through seemed like an old, noble neighborhood. Here and there, we could spot huge mansions surrounded by high fences and parks that stretched out in the back of them. Somewhere between those estates is where we decided to stop, have dinner and sleep. But first, some coffee!
After we turned the motor off, we realized how incredibly silent it was. Whether Yannick nor I had experienced such silence in a long time. No noise from distant roads, no city sounds, no nothing. The only thing we heard was a cricket now and then and we found ourselves whispering to each other, since it felt so unnatural to disturb the silence.
That night, the menu featured spaghetti with homemade tomato sauce and prawns, of course accompanied by some French lager beer. Yum!
And this was the superb view out of the sliding door…
When we started for the second stage of our journey to Etretat early in the morning, it started to rain. It was one of those beautiful, intense summer rains and we could feel nature soaking up every single drop of water falling from the sky. Our little flower kept the summer vibes inside the van alive and we had a relaxed drive towards north west.
We decided that we don’t need a five star hotel and room service to have a great holiday. What we defined as our need is freedom, relaxation and a homey feeling. With the van, home is where you park it. May it be on a camping site at the ocean or in the middle of nowhere on a pasture. In the rain or in the sun.