Ding Dong. We found our new home.

Isn’t she just so so cute?

Airstream International Ocean Breeze 25

I want to squeeze her cheeks.  I want to hug her until she wiggles out of my arms. I want to put a cherry on top and eat her up with a spoon. But, I guess I have to settle on incessantly staring at her picture until we finally meet in person. And then I’m going to squeeze her cheeks… wherever they are.

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Shop Shopping. Shopping for Airstreams. (Part 2)

(If you haven’t read Part 1 of our shopping adventure, click here.)

So, as you recall, we were in the market for a used Airstream International Signature Series 25FB. I guess you can say we were pretty specific on what we wanted. We preferred to buy a used one from someone who was looking to part ways with theirs but strangely enough there weren’t too many on the market. So we headed to one of our local dealerships in Southern California to check out their inventory. And low and behold, they had a 2007 with our specs. The modern interior was clean, slick, and accented with orange.


Could this be the one? We can’t buy the first one we looked at, right? Would that be responsible of us? I would normally answer these questions with a ‘Yes, we bought it on the spot anyways!’… but not this time. We told the kind salesman that we could not buy the very first one we looked at… even after he knocked off $12k on the spot without us even asking.

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Shop shopping. Shopping for Airstreams. (Part 1)

A man and woman walk into an Airstream dealership.

The man kicks the tires, makes sure he can comfortably sit on the commode, and carefully inspects the cost breakdown spec sheet.

The woman opens all the cabinets to try to figure out how all of her their stuff will fit, notes the color palette, and tries to imagine if a pack ‘n play could be squeezed next to the dinette.

The salesman gives us his forewarned ‘two-minute spiel’.

He tells the man that an Airstream is for a ‘lifetime’. He tells the woman how pretty these cabinets look at night.

Oh man. Are we really that predictable?


Dan and I did a lot of window shopping online. Dan didn’t really care which model we got as long as we got a good price. Sure, I wanted a good price too (who doesn’t?) but I wanted it to feel like home. My home. Especially since it will be more than just a weekender. So, I put my foot down and said that I prefer the International line and that’s it. (Dan loves it when I am flexible with my choices.) And on top of my preference for the International line, I definitely did NOT want the cheesy Ocean Breeze model. No way Jose. Over my dead body. It’s my or the highway. You hear me, Dan?


We had no idea what size we would feel comfortable in or what floor plan would work for us… until we saw them in person. We decided that the 25 foot model would work best for us since it had a permanent dinette and a couch. The dinette would work perfectly as a traveling office area and the couch would give Ava ample stretching room. Perfect. I really didn’t want to set-up and break-down the eating area every night as we did with the T@b.

The 25 foot model had two floor plan options. The FB (Front Bedroom) floor plan had the shower and toilet/sink areas separated, a gaucho couch and a more spacious bedroom.

The SS (Six Sleeper) floor plan had a more traditional couch and bathroom but had a cramped bedroom and a flimsy shower door that I could guarantee Ava busting through within a week.

So after a few minutes of touring actual Airstreams, we agreed that we needed to focus on looking for an International Signature Series 25FB (non-Ocean Breeze) which was not one of the newest model years.

I never said I wasn’t picky.


To be continued…



As you probably saw in our About section, our desire to hit to road intensified when we lost our dearest friend Rudy. It’s been a year since the day we said good-bye. It’s been a year since we lost our minds and a big piece of our hearts. It’s been a year and I still can’t believe she’s gone. It’s been a year and it still hurts like freakin’ hell.

Family Photo with Rudy

We’ll love you forever and ever Rudy. And ‘our little adventure’ is dedicated to you.


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Oh the memories.

So, as you saw in the last post, we sold our T@b trailer and Ava wasn’t the only one kinda sad about it. We only had our little teardrop trailer for about a year but it held so many memories for us.

Like our first trial trip with the T@b to El Capitan State Beach near Santa Barbara, California…
First picture with Tab

… where Ava fell in love with collecting rocks and her dismay to handmade wool hats from Peru.

Like the time we went on our first real road trip as a family to Catalina State Park in beautiful Tucson, Arizona…
Beautiful Catalina State Park, Tuscon Arizona

… where Ava and I went for our first bird walk, where she fell in love with her bedtime stuffed animal buddy, the prairie doggy, and where she got RSV and had to hospitalized for 8 long days.

Like when we built up enough courage again to take Ava on another road trip during Mother’s Day weekend to San Clemente State Beach
San Clemente State Park

… where she had a new tent attachment to play in, where she went cave exploring with a couple friends, and where she made another (!) trip to the ER because of a new respiratory illness.
Cave explorers

Hmmm. Two out of three road trips resulted in emergency trips to the hospital. This post isn’t sounding too positive but it all worked out at the end. It wasn’t the T@b’s fault. I swear. I blame the germs at daycare in combination to the dry air of our toasty trailer. We know better now. Warm dry air = bad. Cool humid air = good. Got it. Hey, we might be slow learners but at least we learn.

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T@b-less once again.

Mama, please open up the Tab. I want to go on another road trip.

What? You sold it and we’re driving it to its new home? No! WAH!

Good bye my Tab. I hope you like your new home.
Waving bye to our Tab

(Sniffle). (Sniffle).



Our Crazy Little Plan.

Hi there!

I’m Marlene and I’m tired of wasting time. You see, I send my daughter to daycare, kiss my husband good-bye in the morning and work at a job that makes me (fill in the blank). Any word will do. Go ahead. Try it. (Happy) Yes, I was happy there for many years until my sweet Ava showed up. (Angry) Yes, this place is turning me into a not so nice person sometimes.  (Bored) Yes, it is possible to have read everything on the internet. Twice.

So, you see, it’s time for a change. A big change. I’m tired of missing out on my life. Missing out on what made me fall in love with my husband, Dan. Missing out on what makes my daughter, Ava, smile throughout her day. Missing out on years I have left with my saggy bellied cat, Yoda.

Check this out. Here is what I plan to do. Wait. Let me rephrase that. Here is what I AM going to do. Sell half the crap I own. Throw the other half in my garage. Rent out my lovely little Spanish cottage by the sea. Buy an Airstream. And hit the road. I’m going to travel the country. The entire country.  With my husband, my toddler and my cat. And I am going to blog about it everyday to anyone who wants to listen. This is my chance. And I am going to take it. And write about it. And photograph it. And video it. Everyday. No excuses. Because I don’t want to live with (fill in the blanks) anymore. I want to live. Period.

WHAT: Family living on the road for a year in an Airstream… with a toddler and a cat.

WHEN: As soon as I can figure out if I should keep my beloved 50″ rear projection TV or sell it.

WHY: Because if we don’t do it now, I fear it will be never.

WHERE: First stop, the Alamo. I’m going to find the basement PeeWee Herman never found.

HOW: Well, you’ll have to come back and read our blog to find out how we do it.

Oh, and I guess I should introduce myself and the crew. Hello. Nice to meet you.

Family cheese

And our cat says hello too.
Yoda says oink?

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