The Blog
Diary of a solo traveler wandering around Europe

But in Alcala de la Jovada, beneath a peach tree, sleep is sweet, and early the next morning, I heat the water in my van and take a shower outside, under the canopy, with warm water washing over my bodyand a dense, cold mist surrounding me. Inside Nadedet, I dry off and put on clean clothes, and the new day smiles, promising to be better than yesterday, and I believe it.

With all the excitement and fear, my body, quite literally, begins to tremble. Do I need to register? Where do I park the camper? How do I connect to electricity? Who do I ask? I pull over to the side of the road, turn off the engine, and slowly make my way from the driver's seat to the ground. After so many hours of driving, I can hardly walk, and my blood pressure feels like it has dropped to an all-time low. I have to lean against the car to avoid falling to the ground.