Having spent 4 years driving around the world in a truck, what on earth do you do for your first holiday after getting back? Why, get back in the truck and go for a drive of course. Unfortunately given we only had 3 weeks of Alisha's Easter holidays we couldn't go very far but it felt good to be back to our old life, even if it was for a short time.Truckie was running well too. After a thorough overhaul at both MAN and Bocklet in Germany both the engine and living box had all its trip injuries fixed. Bocklet had done wonders fixing the holes in the back from where another truck had hit us in Cambodia. We were excited about having hot water again too, after over a year old of cold showers when we couldn't fix the tank's leak on the road. Truckie was now so shiny and new looking, we were worried that we would scratch him again when we did our first tree-lined track.We'd heard good things about the Picos de Europa mountains and the wild Atlantic coast of Northern Spain. The region also gave us a wonderful opportunity to see our old Overlanding friends Betti and John in Portugal.Just a couple of hours off the ferry, the mountainous National Park of Picos De Europe had us excited to be back on the road. The sharp, upright towers reminded us so much of Torres de Pines in the Chilean Andes. Even better, in late March they were covered in snow. Taking a cable car upwards at Fuentes De, we had to abandon our planned hike as the snow was so thick that we sank in up to our thighs but we revelled in the bright sunshine reflecting off the white. Not having driven the truck much for the last 6 months, Steve didn't particularly enjoy the narrow, winding road that snaked upwards through the tight valley. Night fall had bought in rain and thick cloud, obscuring any view. However the next morning as we made our way upwards toward the pass, we passed through the cloud layer. Above it was a magical place of light, with fluffy while clouds carpeting the valley below up and the peaks blanketed in snow above us. The historical cities of León and Salamanca are stuffed full of architectural gems from the medieval cathedrals; renaissance churches; and baroque main plazas. It was enough wandering around the cobbled streets marvelling at the beauty above us. The girls kept themselves busy whilst walking by imagining elaborate stories based on their surroundings. Each day we rested our cobble-weary feet by stopping to have a fabulous meal of the different regional specialities. Many churches in Spain have solemn Santa Semana (Easter) processions where hooded penitents carry heavy statues and crucifixes. We were in Salamanca for Maundy Thursday and managed to watch one of the smaller processions. There was a serious and contemplative mood of both the participants and people lining the street. All through Central and South America, we had regular meet ups with our fellow truck owners John and Betti. Our paths diverged in Uruguay, as we shipped to South Africa and they spent an extra year in South America before tackling the Sahara, but we kept in touch. Now based in Portugal, we wanted to spend some time properly catching up with them. The girls although delighted to see John and Betti, were more excited about hanging out with their puppy Neo. Having lost their dream property purchase and almost everything they owned in the terrible wild fires last autumn, they welcomed us to their rather grand temporary digs. We had a wonderful 5 days: talking; eating Betti's delicious meals; making soap and lip balms; playing with the dog; and going for walks in the beautiful hills between rain showers. Fancying a bit more of an urban experience, they came with us for a couple of days in Porto. On our 4 years on the road, whenever we went to cities we had to get very creative about where to park the truck to sleep - police stations, fire stations, car parks, petrol stations or even just on the road having asked a friendly shop owner. So Spain and Portugal came as a pleasant surprise, with many towns having a designated overnight parking place for motor homes. You couldn't do anything that looked like camping: chairs and washing lines etc. and there was sometimes a small fee but the locations were fantastic. Which meant an easy stroll home from the port tasting warehouse area along the river.Throughout Spain and Portugal we've been impressed by the sight of raincoat clad walkers making their way along the various routes of the Camino de Santiago walking hundreds of kilometres towards the cathedral in Santiago de Compostela. Apart from the odd pilgrim the old town was shuttered and closed in the rainy afternoon but as the sun shone through the clouds and shops reopened after the siesta time, people came out of nowhere to stroll through the cobbled streets. I have to be honest grand gold-clad cathedrals do nothing for my faith, I prefer to talk to God in nature or simple buildings, but you can't help be impressed by the artistry of these centuries old places of worship. The lighthouse on the wind blown cliff top at Fisterra is now seen by many pilgrims to be the end point of the Camino. The scrub covered outcrop certainly seems like the end of the continent with the Atlantic stretching away to the horizon. In our cliff top night spot, we were protected from the gusts by tucking beside a rocky outcrop. When I think of Spanish beaches, I picture the golden sanded beaches of the Mediterranean marred by the huge number of people on them. However the wild Atlantic coast of Northern Spain is something else far more exciting and exhilarating, especially in early spring. Waves crashing over huge rocks, churning white water and the taste of salt in the air and even better than that - no people. Taking a single width road through the forest, we worried we would scratch Truckie's newly painted sides to find a dead end. But instead it widened into a wide gravel track along a stunning coastline, with just a few houses trucked into canyons. That night we found out why the houses were so tucked away, as the wind and rain gales shook the truck all night. It brought back many memories of being tucked up warm and snug safe in the truck all over the world, whilst listening to storms raging outside. The place was sublime though with a wild untamed beauty with waves crashing over rocks. A couple of small sandy beaches gave Lucy plenty of space to dig and explore, whilst a puddle of tadpoles kept her happily fascinated for hours. After a couple more nights making our way along the untamed coast, the call of the mountains was too strong so we took another winding road up to the other side of the Picos de Europe National Park. Steve had got back into the swing of driving the truck and was now completely undaunted by the even narrower valley roads, even when a rockfall meant an multipoint turn to backtrack. It was well worth getting up to the tiny and almost deserted village of Posada de Valdeón, tucked into a valley surrounded by soaring pointed peaks. Round every corner of the cobbled lanes, there was another ancient, square wooden grain store raised off the ground on mushroom-shaped posts to stop mice getting in. We shared the motor home parking spot beside the modern sports hall, the biggest building around for many miles, with a couple of donkeys and fell asleep to the gentle ringing from the cow's bells from the neighbouring field. Alisha amazed us with her sewing project that she'd been stitching away at quietly in the evenings. Using the fabric she bought at Kashgar market, completely on her own, she created a fabulous dress. As the weather had closed in again, our hike along the valley the following day meant we were playing spot the peaks through the clouds. But the near views were just as engaging as we walked through terraced pastures speckled with early spring flowers and along rushing streams filled with melt waters. All too soon - after so many years of freedom, the school holiday restrictions are hard to get used to - it was just time to go home. We just had time for some amazing tapas in Santander before boarding the ferry home.So do we miss our vagabond trucking lifestyle? Well, yes and no. Although it has been hard settling into a more stationary life in the UK, it has much to offer us especially in terms of being with family and Alisha's education (Lucy still being home educated, can learn anywhere). And we just moved into a new house a couple of weeks before going away - which is exciting. But it was wonderful being back in the truck, seeing and experiencing new things every day and we all slept so well in our old beds.