So after a fun time exploring the Languedoc, which goes down to the Spanish border (plus an hour or so for a San Miguel in Spain), instead of taking the ferry to Ireland, I joined Peter on his annual drive to Greece - through France into Italy, and over to Corfu and then Greece on the ferry. Sleeping on the deck under the full moon - what more can I girl ask for! We slowly drove down to Athens and I then jumped onto a plane to Cork to visit my Irish friends there and do some painting (which haven't quite transpired yet - the paintings that is!)
My love of camping actually became a reality in Greece with a site right next to the Med, and I was pleased to discover that the European campsites are very clean, cheap and amazingly well run.
