Hi there! Well, if you can go to the Who shop, do it
Your memories about the trailer sound amazing! We never had a trailer, but when I was a child we went camping several times, with a big tent. Those are among my happiest memories too. My dad loved to go camping and when he was single he usually went camping to Bariloche every Summer with what was, i think, a local chapter of the YMCA.
Bariloche is a city in the Patagonia, in our South, but not as Southern as other places, so the cold is not so terrible, even in Winter. Big mountains and lakes. As beautiful as you can imagine. Some parts of it have a German architecture too. And yes, some nazi went there. But please, do not think we are full of nazi refugees. That is mostly an stereotype.
Back to the point, eventually (when we became less poor and my parents were not so young) we pretty much stopped camping and stayed only in hotels. So, my memories of camping are all from my childhood (except for a couple of days with friends when I was a teenager). And, just in your case, those are among my favourite memories. As long as sleeping in the back seat of the car. Now that is forbidden, but at the time, it was quite common. And I loved it so much.
Great dream! It would be wonderful (even when hubby and I are way too large for any sofa
). About how prophetic...well, I had a slice of pizza today at lunch (a celebration of an ex-student who became a doctor). I do not think we are going to watch Deadpool and Wolverine in the theatres, but I hope we will watch it someday.
I am very happy that you dreamed about us
. I feel honored, so thank you.
This post is too long, so I will tell you a little about my week (which will be quite busy) tomorrow. Meanwhile, you and everyone reading, have a good night/day, whatever. (Remind me that I tell you about "good maen", please).