Chapter 1 — The Jeep Hunt and the Journey North to Find Our Caravan

Packing up our home in Israel was surreal. Years of life folded into suitcases and boxes, goodbyes said to everyone we loved, and then — the airport.

What we didn't expect was the send-off. A group of Hagi's closest friends showed up to see us off, arms full of gifts and blessings to carry with us — little pieces of home to remember them and our country by. We hugged, we laughed, probably cried a little. Little did we know then, this wasn't a goodbye for a year. It was a goodbye for much, much longer.

Landing Softly — Back at Leonora's

Arriving in Portugal for the second time still didn't feel entirely familiar, but it felt promising. Naturally, the first thing I did was book Leonora's place for our first week. We needed a soft landing — somewhere to breathe it all in, to sit with the enormity of what we'd just done. After our visit two years earlier, Leonora's home in Tentugal was the closest thing to familiar we had in this country, and that was exactly what we needed.

Leonora, being Leonora, immediately accepted us with a warm welcome and a festive feast just like she would with her own family.

While visiting the Coimbra Area, we had to do some sight seeing and get to know the area a little before moving on.

A Day We'll Never Forget — Buçaco Palace and Gardens

If you're ever in the Coimbra region, please do yourself a favour and visit Buçaco Palace and Gardens. We went on Leonora's recommendation and came back speechless.

Deep within the mystical Mata do Buçaco forest stands one of the most breathtaking buildings we've ever seen — a royal palace originally used as a hunting lodge and was built for Portugal's last kings in a neo-Manueline style. Stone carvings, grand arches, and stunning blue azulejo tile panels cover every surface, it’s drawings telling old days stories. The surrounding forest was planted by Carmelite monks in the 17th century and filled with hundreds of exotic tree species from around the world, serene fountains, winding paths, secret chapels and viewpoints that make you stop and just stare.

If you want to make a full day of it and stay nearby, has a great selection of accommodation in the Coimbra area — we've always found the best rural stays and family-friendly options there, and it's where we booked most of our stops throughout our entire caravan year.

The Jeep Hunt — Porto

With the help of our wonderful new friend Elsa, we had a list of Jeep and camper dealers in Porto — our next stop. We'd rented an apartment in advance in Vila Nova de Gaia, just across the river from Porto, and set ourselves up for the search.

Within two weeks we found it — a second-hand Jeep that ticked every technical box for towing a caravan and, just as importantly, fit our very limited budget. That felt like a small miracle in itself.

Castelo Branco — Our Home Base and the Cherry Capital of Portugal

Next stop: Castelo Branco. We settled here for almost a month, using it as our home base while we searched for the caravan that would become our actual home.

And can we talk about the cherries for a moment?

The Castelo Branco region is cherry country, and if you time your visit right, and if you love Cherries as much as we do, you are in for something very special. Starting in April, thousands of cherry trees across the region burst into white blossom — the whole landscape turns into something from a fairytale. Every year the nearby town of Fundão hosts a Cherry Blossom Festival that draws visitors from all over Portugal. We missed the blossom season by a couple of months, but we arrived just in time for cherry picking season, which runs from late May through mid July. We walked by on roadsides and were given a box of cherries straight from the trees from a local cherry farmer, The kids were in heaven.

The Caravan Hunt — Hundreds of Kilometres and Countless Caravans

We drove for days. And days. We saw so many caravans I genuinely lost count. Old ones, overpriced ones, ones that looked fine until you opened the bathroom door, ones that smelled like someone had lived a very full life inside them.

One day we drove all the way back up to Porto to view a few more options and took the opportunity to stop at the enchanting Parque da Quinta da Macieirinha — beautiful manicured gardens in bloom,, perched above the city with incredible views over the Douro and the port wine lodges across the water. peacocks roaming freely everywhere in the park, A little unexpected gem on a day of caravan disappointments.

Found — In the Most Northern Corner of Portugal

And then finally, we found it.

Not nearby. Not convenient. In Fafe — one of the most northern villages in Portugal, a very long drive from where we'd been based near Fundão.

We drove up over the Douro river, the landscape shifting around us into something wilder and greener, the river below shimmering blue between the terraced vineyards. It was one of the most beautiful drives we had ever done together as a family, and somehow, after all the searching, arriving at the end of it to finally find our caravan felt exactly right.