Road trip.

The best one was driving to Málaga and back with my partner. Whether he drives or I do, it is always fun with him.

But there was another one that I made seven years ago that was awesome. When I moved back from France. I spent most of the morning packing up the car. I had to put in it all my belongings that were not to be left behind, my TV, my bags, my stuff in general. Also I left room for my dog to come with me, back then it was Phoebe, and a spot for my cats crate, Kylie and Guchi. Now, seven years later, only the latter remains, both my girls passed away. And he is getting old so I have made up my mind about him parting too. Life is like that.

Coming back to the road trip, the journey was from Chambéry in the French Alps, to Alicante, in the Mediterranean Coast. It is roughly 1300 km so normally we did it in two days, one down to the border, then night in a hotel there, and the remaining on the next day. That time I decided to drive all the way with no stops. No hotels as I had the car fully packed and also the pets with me, so it would be difficult to get them in the room unseen.

I stopped several times on the way. Either to rest or eat, or even to sleep a bit in the car. Having the dog with me helped to feel safe in the car. She really behaved as she loved to car trips. But what surprised me the most was the cats, they didn’t make any fuss, not for the whole time. I left by 5 pm and arrived home at 11 am on the next day. They were all awesome. I was tired of course, my car by then had no cruise control or anything like that so my legs were tired. But I wouldn’t complain as it was my decision, I took the time I needed, I never forced it, if I was tired I would stop, walk a bit, drink or eat or sleep and then go on. Driving by night was OK, the worst were the last kilometres as I knew I was close to home, but still not there yet.

It all went smoothly, it was long, I will probably never do it again, as I don’t plan on moving back there, if I were to travel that far away I wouldn’t want to do it alone. But it was memorable. It was once in a lifetime, due to the fact that I had to go and move back to Spain, I had no help as for my belongings, if they had stayed at my ex house he would have tortured me with them, as he already did, my friends had some small items like a suitcase and some coats I didn’t take, so nothing important was left behind. It felt like escaping from hell. It was actually that. I was fleeing that horrible place and getting my life back. It felt amazing. I was finally free.