Vanlife sounds like sunsets, wide beaches, and freedom on four wheels.But sometimes another moment slips in: the body stops, strength collapses – and life in the motorhome becomes quiet. I experienced this in Spain. An unexpected clinic, a taxi instead of the motorhome, a night full of questions. For two weeks I could barely do anything, and when we continued driving, the exhaustion came back – this time in France. Emergency room, medication, keep rolling. It was a different

In the morning, when light spills through the van windows, the air smells of salt and coffee. Yasuo stretches, I open the door — and everything turns to gold. A moment that asks for nothing. Just to be. Here, on the Costa de la Luz, the sun feels different. Not louder, not brighter — but closer. It has a way of moving through the skin, into what we call the soul. And there, it starts to quietly dissolve the things we didn’t even know we were holding. I feel my body slowing do

We all grow up with the quiet expectation that we should be there for each other. Family, friendship, closeness – all of this comes with responsibility. But at some point, a question arises that few dare to ask a

There are moments on the road when time feels different. A morning in an unfamiliar town doesn’t tick the same way as at home; it...

Manchmal sehnt man sich einfach nach Sonne. Für das perfekte Foto. Für gute Laune. Für diesen Moment, der im Herzen hängen bleibt. Postkartenwetter – mit weichem Licht, das jede Landschaft verzaubert und alles leichter wirken lässt.