You may have noticed that it has been very quiet here at Nomad Tales in the past year. It’s not that there hasn’t been anything worth writing about. We still live in Prague, one of the most beautiful cities in the world. We still travel. In the past year, we have gone camping in three countries (France, Spain, and Portugal), fossil hunting in Germany, rafting in Cesky Krumlov (again), and visited relatives both in Ireland and the United States. Life was pretty good but something was missing.
I love all the camping trips we have taken so much that I spend the rest of the year waiting impatiently for the weather to be warm enough to pack the tent in the car and take off again. Facing the idea of spending another winter cooped up in Prague seemed unbearable. We looked for cheap flights to warm destinations. We talked about sensible, grownup things like budgets, responsibility, planning for the future, and saving for a house. And then I decided to heck with all of it and bought a motorhome.
Of course, it wasn’t that easy to make this dream happen. We don’t have the kind of money to be able to walk into a motorhome dealership and drive away with something shiny and new. Motorhomes are very expensive. When we looked at used motorhomes in our budget, we despaired of ever finding something that wouldn’t break down immediately. Finally, I found one where the dealer was offering a one year warranty. I signed the contract and went home to buy insurance and wait for the registration to be transferred into my name, all the while suffering from the worst possible anxiety attacks. I had a migraine that lasted 3 days. What had I done? Would I even be able to drive such a large vehicle through Europe?
All I can do is cross my fingers and leap, hoping that the net will indeed appear.