The Full Irish breakfast…

Ireland here we come…

And today we ride…

Every vacation has its mundane moments. The challenge is, to look for the adventure in those…

We are up against the system…

The waitress approached our table at breakfast with a tray of drinks…

Wired and tired from jet lag and missing a whole nights sleep…CONTINUE READING

And we’re off on an epic adventure…

I haven’t been posting about my tiny house for a couple of months because I was traveling. So let me catch you up before I start on my next trip…

We will be taking a break from the Tiny House saga for 3 weeks. I am heading back to Spain to spend 16 days on the Camino de Santiago again.

I have been asked by several friends to continue the blog as I walk this time. So if the WiFi gods are willing and cooperative, I will be posting daily blogs…

The not-your-average moving day has arrived. The build has only taken three months, as I wasn’t at the mercy of building permits or inspections to slow the process down. In the infancy of the Tiny House movement, I’m guessing the powers that be were hoping that this was just a fad that would pass and turned a blind eye to the time-consuming process of making new regulations…

That settled, I want to see firsthand the progress on my new home. Johanna has been building it on the five acres they had procured for a future Tiny Home community. Because it’s two hours away from where I live, she has been texting me daily with updates, pictures, and funny stories. But I have to see it in person at least once during the build…

I pick hitchhikers off my pants absentmindedly, then I reach around the back of my shirt and realize the damn things are everywhere. I look over at Pete, he’s wearing them all along the bottom of his shirt too, but appears not to notice…

My Berkey water filter sits on the far end of my lanai, next to the sink. Unfortunately, the light from the fixture beside my front door doesn’t extend that far, but no worries, I walk out in the dark every morning to get water for my coffee. I know the route…

TRIGGER WARNING AND SPOILER ALERT! This tale is about the demise of a rat. If you are squeamish about such things, you may want to give this story a pass. I will try not to be too graphic, but at the end of the day, the rat didn’t make it. But he did put up one hell of a fight…

I contemplate buying some raw land, but apart from the enormous added expense, I would run into more pesky rules and regulations regarding the house, that was technically not a house…

The building process goes quickly. Johanna explains that Tiny Houses fall between the cracks of all the bureaucracy that normally stands between you and your new home. Because they are on wheels, and therefore moveable, they are not technically classified as a house…

Within a few days, I have several renditions sketched up, but I still have no idea if they will be really feasible. I confide to my friend Nancy that I’m floundering and losing sleep over this design process. I don’t want to make a huge mistake on something so important…

The week following my spontaneous outburst, I have a meeting with Johanna and Barrie, to sign contracts and start the process. We sit across from each other in their living room, and Barrie extends an ordinary 8 ½ X 11 sheet of white paper, with a large rectangle drawn to scale on it, in my direction…