We set off without a plan, stopped at a cemetery that brings peace instead of fear, and ended up sleeping wherever night found us. That's how the best getaways begin.
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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.
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.
Today I discovered that the "circuses" of the Pyrenees don't have clowns, but they do have signs that look like a joke. Two mountains, three prohibitions and a dad determined to take photos even if I have to watch the camper van. Luckily, at the Col du Tourmalet we dogs do sleep warmly!
Between giant mountains and Siberian wind, I discovered the most serious circus in the world: Gavarnie's. Without clowns, but with rocks as the audience and a dad who almost became a smuggler.
Today, we were overcome by laziness and left at one o'clock, with the elegance of someone who has mastered the art of doing nothing. Lidl, cheap diesel and the Pyrenees peeking out: a day of idleness with a view.
Today I sneaked into Toulouse: I sniffed out streets, crossed bridges and nearly took to the air with a Beluga XL. Cities, watch out, an exploring winemaker is on the loose!