Week 3 – Freila, sunshine and a satnav with humor

Week three felt like arriving. Like a rhythm was slowly taking hold. No more racking up miles every day, but taking each day as it comes. Coffee, a view of the landscape, a first walk with the dogs. That's exactly how the week started in Freila. A small village above the Negratin reservoir. Quiet, warm, a bit like a mini version of the Grand Canyon. We sat outside, had breakfast, and did a few hours of office work. This is what makes working on the road enjoyable.

Frühstück in Fraila

The lake lay still below us, the sun was low, and the colors grew more beautiful each evening. I set up the time-lapse camera, the camera ticked away, and Mooi lay down beside it like a little watchdog. Milo, as always, sniffed at everything that smelled of adventure. And here, almost everywhere does.

After a few relaxing days, we continued south. The GPS suggested we take a narrow shortcut. Sure, we'd trusted it often enough. So we turned off. The road got narrower and narrower. Nothing to the left, cars to the right. The GPS cheerfully announced: "Turn right in 200 meters." To the right was... nothing. Not even a goat path. I swear, it almost sent us down a flight of stairs. We turned around, found a normal path, and had a good laugh. Moral of the story: GPS isn't always right. And our campervan, Bäri, is clearly not built for narrow lanes.

Enge Gasse. Passt das?

Destination of the week: Torremolinos. A recommendation from Daniela. We would never have considered the place otherwise. Lots of beach, lots of sun, lots of people. But somehow it worked. We walked the dogs along the water, got some food, and enjoyed that typical, warm coastal breeze. Torremolinos has a light, carefree feel. Pure holiday bliss.

And then came the highlight: Gibraltar. Even the name evokes a mixture of rock, history, and a touch of chaos. The entrance leads across a real runway. The barriers come down, the traffic stops – and then a plane taxis through. After that, cars and campervans drive over again as if it were the most normal road in the world. The dogs found the sounds fascinating; we found it simply surreal and funny.

Gibraltar itself is bustling. Narrow streets, a different language, a different energy. We looked around, walked a bit, but quickly felt: we wanted to get back out into the open. This back-and-forth feeling is typical of the trip. You experience a lot, but at some point, you're drawn back to the peace and quiet. But, Gibraltar – fantastic!

And so our third week continued: filming sunsets, seeing new places, moving on, arriving, moving on again. It's precisely this mix that makes it so special. We're slowly feeling ourselves slipping into travel mode. Not planning everything, not knowing everything, but just seeing what comes.

And one thing is clear: if the satnav suggests another "shortcut," we'll stop first. And take a second look. For our sake and our sanity.