I left rainy Germany with a beloved old school friend and the tiny  rolling home on the 10th of August to start the test drive on the Atlantic coast. After a 15 hours drive through hole France with a lot of singalong and counting whenever we were fast enough to overtake a truck we could finaly smell the pines. Now only a big sanddune is seperating us from the wild atlantic ocean. Our smiles are almost as bride as the sun is shining here. What a good start for the beginning of this trip. Which takes me in France from the Lacanau region all along the coast down to San Sebastian by the Spanish Border. Having the best weather and company of a bunch of uni friends and surf buddies. Sleepovers at the beach with shooting stars, Mojito nights, fun little waves and fresh chocolate croissants make me feeel all comfortable and happy with my new Rolling Home. Making two weeks in France pass really quik before the journey continues in Spain.