Day 104: Malahide - DUB🛫 - Malahide

The morning started quietly, too quietly, like those when you suspect something strange is coming. And indeed: Tito Joan was rummaging through things and preparing a backpack. Backpack! That word already sounds like abandonment. I tried to get inside to see if he would take me with him, but it didn't work.

After breakfast, the three of us went for a walk. We walked through parks and neighborhoods of Malahide, with that elegant air of a coastal place where even the birds seem to speak English with a fine accent. At the end of the walk, Malahide Castle appeared before us. We didn't go inside or to the gardens, but we saw it from the outside, and I tell you: it's one of those castles that looks like something out of a fairy tale, with towers, stone windows, and walls that mix ruin with nobility. It's not a set: it's a proper castle, where you can almost imagine knights sharpening swords and ghosts walking around in medieval pajamas.

Back in the camper, Daddy Edu went into chef mode and prepared such a delicious meal that the two humans licked their lips with pleasure. I, of course, was left with my usual dog food, which I don't find very appealing, but what can you do.
After lunch, the humans' bellies called for a break, so there was a quiet after-dinner conversation, coffee, and a rest. Everything seemed calm, but it didn't last long: soon it was time to take Tito Joan to the airport...

Only twenty minutes by car and there we were, in the loading and unloading area in front of the terminal, that place where everything is quick hugs, rolling suitcases, and cars with their emergency lights on. There we said goodbye: I put on my best sad-puppy look to see if he would change his mind, but nothing... Tito Joan went off to Barcelona, and Daddy Edu and I started the adventure again on our own.

Now alone, Daddy Edu and I continued our travel routine. We went to the Applegreen service station (yes, the one we already know) and there he took another free shower. He comes out of those showers like a shining knight, while I'm left with my natural explorer-dog perfume, which no gel in the world can change.

Then we went back to exactly the same place in Malahide where we had spent the night before. Everything was the same, except that there are a few new campers and others have left. The atmosphere was very good: in the estuary, sailing classes, people trying stand-up paddleboarding, others doing tai-chi in the park... it was a festival of calm and movement at the same time.

And then, as if by magic, when night fell, everyone left. The estuary was left only for us and the other camper vans. Silence, calm water, and the best backdrop for sleeping. I, happy to continue the adventure, although already missing Tito Joan.