Luis and I just hit a milestone: one full year traveling through The US and Canada in a 21-foot motorhome. We racked up 22,000 miles, 32 states, 6 provinces, 12 UNESCO World Heritage Sites, 8 National Parks and 108 bumper stickers and we're starting our second year with, well, actually, high winds and freezing rain in Newfoundland, but also, zest for adventure! When people ask us how it's going, we say "Well, everyone's still alive and married". Whenever friends step into our admittedly-small-by-American-RV-standards motorhome, they usually gasp and say things like "Oh hell no! (unless they're from the south, in which case, they say oh hay-ell no!) I would kill my husband/wife/partner within 10 minutes!" How did we do it? Patience, love, days with some time apart and lots and lots of red wine.
We also have a lot in common. We both love to travel, enjoy nature and hiking, both agree that watching motor sports is about as exciting as watching paint dry (oh, wait...that's just me). Both think that garage sales and thrift stores are the best possible way to spend a few extra hours on the weekend (um, also just me). Division of labor helps us avoid arguments about whose turn it is to do things. I cook, he washes the dishes. I navigate, he drives, which is just as well since my eyesight is so bad that I can't see a road sign or a moose until I'm right on top of it, sometimes literally...just sayin'. I put the clothes in the washer at the laundromat. I mean, come on, he's a boy; he would throw my cashmere sweaters in with the sneakers and bleach on the hot water cycle. He's on drying and folding because, really, how much damage could he do?
We both favor experience over passive sight-seeing, with the added benefit of checking things off the bucket list. We are both extremely frugal when it comes to spending money on things such as campsites, food, clothes and supplies, but one thing that we won't skimp on is excursions. We are, after all, here to travel. Rappelling down a wall of Horse Cave? Check. Snow-shoeing across Hurricane Ridge? Check. Sampling the wares on the Bourbon Trail in Kentucky? Check, check. That's what it's all about. That's why we're here. And, most importantly, we're having the time of our lives together.