Berga – Lloret de Mar

Waking up in a real bed, with sheets that don't move when Daddy Edu turns over, was almost a luxury. Although, between us, I do miss the murmur of the wind against the campervan a little. We had breakfast at home (yes, with Grandma watching that I didn't leave a single crumb) and then we went in Uncle Joan's car towards Lloret de Mar.

An hour and a bit more, and there we were: the coast, the sea, the palm trees and a town that smells of sunscreen even in November. We unloaded my trunks — yes, mine, because Daddy travels light, but I have my toys, my blankie and the famous teddy bear — at the Hotel Samba, where we were going to stay for two days. It's pet-friendly, which in my language means: "you can come in, but don't get on the sofa or go to the buffet".

Uncle Héctor (the intense one), Uncle Jordi and Uncle Antonio (who is neither Daddy's brother nor anyone else's, but is an uncle anyway, because that's how our family is) were waiting for us. After check-in, we went out to eat at a bar right in front. It smelled so good that I almost went for the set menu, but I had to settle for smelling the air and receiving crumbs that fell "by accident".

Then we took a walk through the town. Lloret de Mar has a reputation for partying and sunburnt tourists, but in autumn it's quieter. We walked through streets full of closed shops and cats that seemed to be the real owners of the place. We passed by the church of Sant Romà, with its colourful modernist-style domes. Daddy said it looks like something out of a Gaudí tale, and I thought that, if that tale had a garden, I'd already be digging there.

Afterwards we went back to the hotel for a nap, the kind that heals the soul. In the afternoon, the humans went down for dinner. They said the hotel restaurant is "a food factory": trays, queues, people fighting for the last piece of pizza as if it were a trophy. I stayed in the room, listening to the sounds of the hallway: rolling suitcases, children running and a French bulldog snoring like a tractor.

At night we took a short walk near the hotel, without direction, without adventures, without mud or summits. And, you know what? It wasn't bad at all. Sometimes you also need to let the world turn without running after it.