After all that urban culture yesterday (picturesque village in the morning, city full of facades in the afternoon, and me without a single paw in the sand), today we woke up with our bodies on strike. Physically tired, yes, but above all saturated with cobbled streets, waffle smells and humans with cameras. So in the morning there was no rush. No alarms, no leash, no "come on, we have to go". Just a slow breakfast and the sound of the Rhine saying good morning.

And that was just the first thing we did: cross the Rhine again into Germany. Because it turns out that, in this area, the Germans decided to excavate gravel next to the river as if they were looking for mammoth bones. Those quarries are called Baggersee, which literally means "excavation lake". A wonderful name. And the best thing is that many of those giant holes have now become lakes where you can walk, sunbathe or look at the water thinking about how absurd life is... except swim, of course, because in the one we chose it was strictly forbidden to swim. Too bad, because I was already getting myself ready not to get wet.

We spent the morning in the sun, without moving an ear. Well, almost: some insolent fly tried to tickle me, but it left with its tail between its wings. There weren't many people, or at least we hardly saw anyone. Just us, a couple of humans sunbathing lizard-style, and a cyclist passing by as if they were in a hurry to do nothing.

When the sun started to hit us like we were croquettes in a fryer, we went back to the camper. But it was parked on a slope like a ski slope. Eating like that would have been like trying to drink soup on a roller coaster. So... up with the engine and let's find a more level place!

We crossed the Rhine again, this time towards France. And we went through Strasbourg on the motorway, without seeing a tower or a cathedral, but we did see many cars and unpronounceable signs. The idea was to cover miles and look for a quiet place for the night, but papi Edu was already nodding off. And it wasn't from excitement, it was from exhaustion. So we had to stop at a motorway rest area. A giant asphalt clearing, with shade by chance and the noise of trucks as background music.

We set up the mini-camp: roof up, makeshift table and easy food. Then it was time for a nap. I don't know who fell asleep first, papi or me, but I know we snored in stereo. And as no one came to kick us out, not a horn, not a guard, not a human in fluorescent trousers, it was almost like being in the middle of the countryside. Except without trees. No birds. No dignity, a little bit.

At the end of the afternoon, when the sun was no longer stinging and our batteries had been half-recharged, we started up again. And after about 40 minutes of gentle curves and landscapes with cows, we came across a promising place on Park4Night. But when we arrived, we discovered something even better... on the other side of the stream!

Yes, a picture-postcard place, with a fishing area, a little waterfall and one of those bridges that can only be crossed on foot or with short paws. We, of course, had to go all the way around with the camper, as if we were circus trucks. But it was worth it.

Now we are parked in a silent corner, with the sound of the water going down the stream as if it were a lullaby. Or a torture for the bladder. Or a kind of canine zen soundtrack. It depends on the moment, and how much liquid you've drunk. Anyway, there is absolutely no one here. Just us, the sky, and that bridge that looks like it's from a fairy tale. Today we are going to sleep with our ears loose.