2025 was not a year that can be easily summarized. Not a year for lists, achievements, or pretty headlines. It was a year of movement – outward and inward. And much of it was uncomfortable. We set off, not as an escape, but as a response to the changes around us. Everything that felt fixed was sold. Everything truly important was taken along. The rest was allowed to go – some voluntarily, some harder than expected. Being on the road often feels like freedom. And yes, it is. N

The Advent season was once more than a countdown. It was a space in the year, a time when the world slowed down a little and closeness found room again. Traveling without fixed walls, I notice this difference even more clearly. When you are not tied to appointments, Christmas parties, and obligations, it becomes easier to see how full this season has become. How little space is often left—for closeness without plans, for shared presence, for what cannot be scheduled. Advent u

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.