Off-road, bends, historic monasteries and breathtaking views: today we're ending the getaway with a day that mixes adventure, history and relaxation in the camper.
A ghost town, a modernist church and breathtaking views? Today we get lost on winding roads and surprising corners.
After more than a month in Berga and two visits to the workshop, we're finally back on the road. It's Constitution Day, the hairdresser's is closed and the camper takes us to a beautiful spot near Bonastre where everything falls into place again.
Hoy papi Edu prueba nuestro dron nuevo en Berga. Yo me quedo en casa, pero las vistas desde 120 metros sobre el pueblo y los Prepirineos son impresionantes y únicas.
Today I'm feeling down: Tom, Uncle Antonio's cat, has passed away. We weren't the best of friends, but we learned to respect each other… and even share the sofa, with social distancing.
An unexpected detour took us to San Miguel del Fai. Monastery, forest, ruins and a path that only a few dared to go down. I did. Daddy Edu too. And that says a lot.
At four in the morning, I got Daddy Edu out of bed for an urgent walk. Then the coffees in the sun arrived, a strange castle and a quiet day in Lloret that surprised me in a good way.
Changing wheels for sheets: two days in Lloret de Mar with Dad and the uncles. Between all-you-can-eat buffets and walks with the smell of the sea, I discovered that I can also relax... a little.
After so many kilometres and mountains, we returned to Berga. Dad went to the workshop, Uncle Joan cut his hair, and Grandma forbade me from the sofa. How hard it is being a hairy dog at home!
The sun came out again after the fog, and we ended up walking along a Chinese wall… in Spain! Among sharp rocks, ghost towns and impossible paths, it was a day of pure doggy adventure.
Rain doesn't understand timetables or roads, but I do: I follow the scent of adventure. Among the mist, one of the most beautiful villages in the country and a road that leads nowhere, I discovered that sometimes that's the best thing.
Amidst spitting lama's, posing photographers and tunnels leading from France to Spain, Dad and I experienced a high day. Literally: more than two thousand metres of pure adventure and mountain humour.
