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My name is Rachel Carr and I started This Is Carrt in 2014 when my husband's job moved to Germany and I decided to give up my day job in the city and go with him on the adventure! I had always loved to travel and write, and was also passionate about photography so one day I sat down and mingled all three of them on this website and my Etsy page. I write about a wide range of things like how to cope with airline hand luggage allowances to what to wear to any destination wedding. However, when I write up a holiday destination, there are more often than not a few common themes linking what are otherwise very different places:

1) Food. I love to eat. It structures my day to day life as well as any trip that I go on. I think food is a great way to start to experience a new culture as well as meeting new people.

2) Value. I don't get swayed by places to be seen and clothing to be seen in for the sake of it. I hate being ripped off. Be that by a fiver or by hundreds of pounds. If an activity or an excursion I go on is expensive but an amazing experience, I will still highly recommend it, but won't recommend it simply because it is deemed luxury.

3) Beauty. I love looking at pretty things. They don't have to have a purpose!

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Our Blog - Dedicated to Travel, Food, Lifestyle and Fashion

With a love of travel and writing as well as a passion for photography, this blogsite and my Etsy page mingles all three.

Road Trippin' - Part 1

Rachel Carr

Just over a week ago, the husband and I embarked on a mini adventure to collect a car that he had been left by his late grandfather. My grandfather in law lived in Portugal, near Faro. We live in Paderborn, Germany. Our plan was to fly down on a Friday afternoon, service and sort out any legalities with the car and start driving back on Tuesday morning with overnight stops in Valencia and Lyon.

Beer and other essentials at Frankfurt Hahn airport. Don't fly from here unless absolutely necessary! 

Beer and other essentials at Frankfurt Hahn airport. Don't fly from here unless absolutely necessary! 

I admit I had my doubts to the success rate of this plan and if it wasn't for the obvious love, albeit inexplicable to me, that my husband had for this "Mark 1, Land Rover Discovery", I perhaps would have suggested that the husband's want was a minor plot too far. Add to the mix that, two days before our holiday, the French were suffering from fuel shortages due to strike action, and that the Portuguese aren't known for their bureaucratic efficiency, you can hopefully see my skepticism from our outset. But at 18.30 on Friday afternoon, we had made it successfully to our first destination, Frankfurt Hahn airport, through a biblical rain storm and Friday night German traffic (one of the modern day plagues).

Hard life blogging and photographing! 

Hard life blogging and photographing! 

From there, for the next few days at least, things were fairly smooth sailing and if I wasn't lying on a sunbed enjoying the glorious Algarve sunshine, then I was eating ham and cheese with tomatoes from the garden. My sister in law and her husband (Mr and Mrs M) arrived the day after us so that at the stroke of midday I had people to drink cold Sagres with, while the husband tinkered with his new toy - every so often coming into the garden from the garage talking like an excited toddler.

The gorgeous gardens at my late grandfather in law's house.  

The gorgeous gardens at my late grandfather in law's house.  

Come Tuesday morning, whilst we weren't quite ready to go, we had achieved more on our to do list than I had expected. I had managed to chomp my way through my body weight in Peri Peri chicken and my husband had managed to get most of his documents together and the car had a new set of wheels. In fact, by three o clock, just 5 hours behind time, we left Mr and Mrs M behind and headed East for a night in Cordoba. Valencia was just too far to get to that day without driving straight for nine hours - something my husband would have gladly done. Me not so much.

My husband and his true love before we set off. I'm also in the photo.

My husband and his true love before we set off. I'm also in the photo.

Jamon Croquettas! SO BLOODY DELICIOUS!! 

Jamon Croquettas! SO BLOODY DELICIOUS!! 

Cordoba was stunning, warm and...narrow. Unfortunately, it all too soon became apparent that it was not the best city to drive around in, even in a smart car, let alone something short of a tank. I had booked a quaint hotel online during the car journey, but it was difficult to find with our satnav and car width. That being said, we parked up perhaps 20 minutes later than expected and I found the hotel to be well located within walking distance of most sights. Given our short stop in this Moorish city, we were not able to do its sights justice, but we squeezed in a few important stops. Namely the Roman bridge, the Mosque and some jamon croquettes.

Roman Bridge at Cordoba. The sunset made a pretty town beautiful. 

Roman Bridge at Cordoba. The sunset made a pretty town beautiful. 

That night we had a good night's sleep in our small, but perfectly formed room. We slept happy in the knowledge the Disco, now named Tali due to a misread of the letters "Tdi" on its side by yours truly, had survived her first real test. We had completed 232 miles of 1751 miles. That left only 1499 for something to go wrong. But more on that next week. Sign up to my VIP subscribers' list to get the next installment direct to your inbox! 

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