On the day Marta’s father was going to pick us up from their beach house, his car unexpectedly broke. Because Casey had a plane to catch, he cleverly considered another option: using a company car.

When he rolled up to Roc de Gailleta to pick us up, we looked at each other with disbelief and uncontrollable laughter – our hour ride back to Barcelona was going to be a unique one.

Here’s the van:

After our paella lunch on the beach we waved goodbye and climbed into the back of the van and then surrounded by darkness when the doors were closed.

Her parents packed camping lights and some newspaper for us to sit on. For One hour we jolted, rolled, laughed and sometimes felt sick in the back of a pitch black van. When we arrived to Barcelona people stopped to stare as five people climbed out of the back of a van. We made it, and I think we would all agree that one ride is enough but also a ride that we will remember forever and laugh about.