Sold my van . . . farewell adventure. :(

Blog buddies may remember last August I packed up my whole life, bought a 2003 converted Citroen Relay, and drove from Scotland to Spain with a dog, a cat, and a lot of boxes and suitcases. Like it says in my profile, I’m a loon. And a dreamer. And now live in Spain.

Never been interested in camping, never driven a van before, it was a means to an end and I never expected to enjoy the adventure, but I did, oh so much.

When it came to the time when I either had to convert the van to Spanish plates (not cheap) or sell it, I was in real denial about the whole thing, I kept wishing by some miracle I could get just a few months more with it even if I couldn’t keep it for ever and ever and ever, permanent adventure just the turn of a key away.



I even convinced myself Paddy the potential buyer would decide against making a 5 hour drive across Spain to see an old campervan, but he got here and turned out to be a loon too, a kindred spirit (albeit young and dreadlocked) and, like me, a former Saffer. In fact his real name is Bafana - and he arrived with two other guys to check the van, a team, that almost makes them Bafana Bafana.

I think the van is happy about it too. I was fiercely resisting selling, so two days ago it started making little noises to scare me. I don’t like noises under the bonnet. The all-knowing Zman said they weren’t expensive noises but that a 2003 van will start becoming expensive. When Bafana Bafana test-drove it, no little noises. The van chose them, and new adventures, and I must respect that.

But . . .

Will add a pic of it via the ridiculously complicated process in a moment. Then get a moody cup of coffee and feel miserable for a while, then get on with adventure-free life.