There’s something about seeing vehicles from far far away that sets something inside aflutter, like that Trabant with Serbian plates in Iceland or German RVs in Patagonia, that guy on a BMW bike in Turkish hostel riding from Germany to Saigon, or a car from Saskatchewan in Nicaragua.

We rarely get self propelled visitors in our neck of the woods (unless they are boats), but this beat-up RV with French license plates at a our grocery parking lot was another nudge and untimely reminder about how another world exists and is only one shift of priorities away.

And yes, I did look up their blog about their travels – lemondeestaeux.wordpress.com