Let’s be honest, a week in Provence conjures images so aggressively charming, they practically come with their own Instagram filter. Rolling hills, villages that look suspiciously like movie sets, and enough rosé to float a small armada – the travel influencer fantasy. While my life’s soundtrack remains stubbornly free of chill lo-fi beats (a work…
Our Spanish adventure began with a flight into Madrid, where we rented a car and, despite our jet lag, immediately set off northward like sleep-deprived conquistadors on a mission! The goal? Conquer that mysterious middle section of Northern Spain that had been taunting us on the map between our previous excursions to Galicia and Pays…