It is said that one of the most stressful things in life is moving house. Although being on the road with Tigín can’t be compared with moving house, it does come with its own anxiety. After two weeks in the beautiful Virgen Del Mar, near Santander, it was time to move. On Sunday we drove further west beyond Gijón to the seaside town of Candás, where we will spend the next week.
I’ve always been a nest builder. When I traveled in a previous life, the minute we arrived in a new place, I opened my bag and placed my belongs around me so it felt like home and I know where everything is. I find comfort in the familiar and building my nest is balm on my control freak soul. Travelling in Tigín essentially we have our nest with us but each time we move we face unknowns; what will our new camping place be like, will it be flat, comfortable, clean, quiet…? Where can we get services, provisions, laundry, a safe walking route for our daily stretch of the legs etc.
Packing up our nest the evening before we leave, I am short tempered and irritable, for no other reason than I am leaving behind what has become our comfortable routine and I am facing into the unknown. In the morning as we prepare to leave I have butterflies in my tummy. The drive is beautiful and I try and stay in the moment and not to think about our destination. But it is only when we reach our campsite, check in and get the lay of the land do I breathe easier.
When we are moving constantly I eventually find a rhythm in that but when we slow travel and stop for longer periods of time, I will always have moving day nerves. The important lesson though is that it all works out in the end and we should never let the fear of the unknown prevent us from doing the things we love and/or trying new things. You could end up in a place like this if you only take the chance: Our New Camping Spot