We slept like royalty. Those long, deep sleeps that make you think the place deserves top marks. For me, this corner of Alcalá de Guadaíra is one of the best around Seville. Nature, silence, tall trees, good ground to rest your paws on. The only downside is human. At night, couples in cars appear, doing their thing and then leaving unromantic mementos in the form of rubbish. Condoms, napkins, various remains. Nothing new under the Sevillian sun. Almost all quiet places have this B-side.

We left around half past twelve because Daddy had an appointment at a very serious and technical place called Car Key System, in Alcalá de Guadaíra, right in front of Obramat. It turns out that making car key copies is not just any old thing, and here they seem to be one of the few who know how to do it well. I went down with Daddy, of course. Although the appointment was at one o'clock, they didn't see him until half past one, and then it took them a while to make the keys. While we were waiting, a man was very interested in the camper and me. He watched me as if I were the real engine of the vehicle. Daddy gave him the address of my blog. Another human trapped in my web.

When we finally left, we headed for Seville and got stuck in a monumental traffic jam. It had rained a few drops, and you know how that works here. Traffic goes into collective panic mode. First, we went to the old flat where we lived in Seville. It had been almost two years since we had been there. The tenants had kept letters for Daddy, and he took the opportunity to meet them. He says the man is very nice and that the flat is looked after with care. That's always nice.

And then the best part of the day arrived. We walked to Daddy Carlos's house. I remembered the way perfectly and found the door of the block without hesitation. We were received there with great joy. Daddy Carlos was there, and also his partner, Uncle David. There were hugs, laughter, and then food. Lots of food. I supervised everything from a strategic distance.

Afterwards, the humans started playing a game called Dixit. I don't play because you can't bite the cards, but I watched carefully. It's a curious game. One person says a phrase or idea inspired by a card with a very strange and poetic drawing, and the others try to deceive or guess which was the original card among several similar ones. The winner is the one who manages to mislead without overdoing it. Basically, it's a game of imagining, lying with elegance, and thinking weirdly. Very human, everything.

It got quite late. We left Daddy Carlos's house around half past ten at night. We decided not to complicate life and go back to the same place to sleep, the eucalyptus grove next to the dragon bridge. At night it's only fifteen or twenty minutes by car, and we already knew that you sleep well there.

And here we are again. Daddy Edu having dinner, me writing the blog with the face of a tired and satisfied writer. The day has been quiet, beautiful, and very family-oriented. We close our eyes right here and go to sleep.