Day 178:

 

Castelló de Farfanya – Berga

Engines, hugs and home rest.

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After so many days of mountains, mud, fog, and impossible roads, today started with a different feel: that of calm. We slept in late, without rushing. No alarms, no sheep, no curious llamas. Just the silence and that unmistakable smell of "today is road trip day, but without stress".

We left almost at noon, at the pace of a satisfied dog and a relaxed human. After an hour and a half of curves and changing landscapes, we stopped at a picnic area. Daddy Edu took out the food, I took the opportunity to stretch out in the sun, and then it was time for cleaning. "Time to clean the camper, Chuly," he said, as if I had something to do with the muddy footprints or the hairs on the seat. Well, okay... I do have something to do with it, but it's not all my fault.

With the camper smelling like new (or almost), we continued towards Santpedor, where the Sahara 4x4 workshop is located. Daddy was just going to make an appointment, but as soon as we arrived, three mechanics appeared as if they had smelled the engine from afar. Scanner, hydraulic jacks, cables, serious words... In the blink of an eye, the car was being examined as if it were a patient in the emergency room. In the end, a diagnosis was made and an appointment was scheduled for a few weeks from now.

From there we continued to Berga and stopped at Uncle Joan's hairdressers. What a joy to see him again! He cut Daddy's hair and beard, and in the process, he gave me some cuddles between snips. Everything went back to having that taste of family, of good routine, of those breaks that are needed after so much road.

Then yes, finally, home. Joy to see Grandma, although her first sentence was a sentence: "Chuly can no longer sleep on the sofa, he sheds hair." But it's my artistic contribution to the furniture, a layer of natural love! Anyway, I'll accept it like a mature dog.

Tonight we will sleep indoors, without wind, without mud, without intermittent heating. Only the warmth of home, Grandma's voice, and the smell of dinner. There is no more beautiful landscape than that when you have been traveling the world for so long.

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