Getting In Cars With Strangers

“Is this safe?” someone asked on one of my international Facebook groups.

They must be American, I said to myself with a sigh.

I’ve had more than a few international friends tell me it’s usually us Americans who ask questions about safety. Whether it’s walking the Camino de Santiago, traveling on budget airlines, or car pooling. . . when the question of safety comes up, I’d bet money that the person who’s asking is American.

Safety is a valid concern.

I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve been somewhere in Spain and said, “This would never fly in the US.”

  • The Fallas festival: In the third largest city in Spain, multiple five story structures are lit on fire for spectators to watch.
  • The rooftop tour of the Santiago de Compostela Cathedral–where you don’t just see the rooftops. You climb over them. Three of them. And then you turn around and go back over them to get back to the starting point.
  • The Bufones de Pria. Geysers of sea water. You can get as close as you want. No barriers anywhere.

You get my point.

It helps that Spain is not a very litigious society.

It wouldn’t surprise most Spaniards (or most Europeans, for that matter) if I told them that this afternoon I’ll meet a man at a gas station, get into his car, and be his passenger for four hours, having never met him before.

BlaBlaCar is kind of like Uber meets hitchhiking. Everyone has a profile with their picture, a little about them, and reviews. Rides are posted and people like me say, “It’s going to take a ridiculously long time to get to my destination by train/bus–let me see if anyone else is going that way.”

My ultimate goal is to get to St. Jean-Pied-de-Port , France (pop. 1400) by Sunday evening.

It’s not an easy place to get to.

According to google maps, the quickest way would be to drive a car. As a newly licensed Spanish driver, I could do this in about 5 hours. But. . .

  • We are a one-car family here in Spain, so that would leave Michael without a car for 10 days.
  • Gas is about $6.80 per gallon.
  • I don’t much like driving.

I prefer to take a bus or train. But the quickest route is at least 12 hours.

With four transfers.

No thanks.

And then there’s BlaBlaCar. For $27 I can meet someone interesting, practice Spanish for four hours, and get to Hendaye, France. From there, it’s just a 1.5 hour train ride ($20) to my final destination.

I can’t see BlaBlaCar coming to the US anytime soon.

But in 21 other countries? It works quite well.

The first time I used BlaBlaCar my sister Meg, who calls me her “free-spirited” sister, wisely asked me to send the contact information for the driver, my departure and arrival times and locations, and a picture of the car and license plate.

She has good reason to ask. I once went on a hike for a first date. In a place I’d never been. In a place that had no cell service. Actually, I think this was even before cell phones were a thing. . .

To his credit, Michael asks for the same information as Meg. And makes me put at AirTag in my pocket so he can track me.

Today’s driver has 318 reviews and a star rating of 4.9 out of 5. He’s been giving rides via BlaBlaCar since 2012.

So are BlaBlaCar, the Camino de Santiago, and budget airlines safe? Statistically speaking, absolutely.

So if you’re an inexperienced American traveler with dreams of coming to Europe, I hope this all gets you motivated to get your passport (as half of us Americans don’t have one) and get on over here!

(And if you’re not motivated nor interested, I’ll still think of you kindly . . . while I’m sipping my $2 glass of wine this afternoon.)

Dad only made it over one of the rooftops before calling it quits. Mom didn’t even make it that far.
One of the intentionally set five-story fires in Valencia, Spain every March 19.

10 Comments Add yours

  1. Love this photo of you!

  2. Love this photo of you!

  3. Maurice Frank's avatar Maurice Frank says:

    Congratulations on your driver’s license! And Buen Camino

  4. Love blablacar!! ❤

  5. Sarah's avatar Sarah says:

    Rebecca that’s lovely. I never thought of doing Blablar car to Hendaye. Will do it when go the Bordeaux to meet my sister. I hitched through Spain from the Border, to Madrid, east and back across Pyrenees to Frieburg in Germany when I was 17, with a girlfriend. There were some definite hairy moments but we survived. I really liked hitch hiking.

  6. Ursula zorika's avatar Ursula zorika says:

    Love all your posts and pics. Living vicariously thru you sometimes! BTW, you are as beautiful as ever!

    1. Thank you, dear Ursula.

  7. Dominic Bonavolonta's avatar Dominic Bonavolonta says:

    I love this post!! I remember walking over the roof on the Cathedral in Milan with Nick. It was exciting and invigorating. I also remember hitchhiking all thru New Zealand, north and south islands, meeting nothing but interesting and friendly people. No way you could do that in the USA now. Yep, the good ole Norman Rockwell vision of America is nowhere to be found and it’s getting worse here. In the countries that I would like to live, the United States doesn’t break into my top 10. One thing I wouldn’t do though, is fly Ryan Air again. Not because of safety issues, but because it’s soooooo damn uncomfortable. A Ryan Air flight makes Southwest Airlines seem like first class on Singapore Air.

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