Lloret de Mar: hotel relaxation and buffet guys

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 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, blanket 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 enter, 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 nor anyone else's brother, but is still an uncle, because that's how our family is) were waiting for us. After check-in, we went to eat at a bar right in front. It smelled so good that I almost joined 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 parties and sunburned tourists, but it's quieter in autumn. We walked through streets full of closed shops and cats that seemed to be the real owners of the place. We passed the church of Sant Romà, with its colourful modernist-style domes. Daddy said it looks like something out of a Gaudí story, and I thought that, if that story had a garden, I would already be digging there.

Afterwards we went back to the hotel for a nap of those that heal the soul. In the afternoon, the humans went down for dinner. They said that 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: suitcases rolling, children running and a French bulldog snoring like a tractor.

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