I thought I would get to a much greater age than 28 before my evenings were spent viewing caravans online, but life can be funny like that. To be honest, I didn’t care about any stigma attached to this past time, I was researching my dream. After many painstaking hours, I had found the style I wanted. A small rounded vintage style, circa the 1960s. The only problem was they aren’t that common and therefore they aren’t that cheap.
Have you ever bitten into a pizza and wondered whether it tastes the same on the streets of Napoli? Ever drooled over a seafood paella and thought, “is it as succulent in Spain?” Or dunked fresh bread into a rosemary baked Camembert and longed to know if it’s creamier and tangier in the villages of Normandy?