camper
Después de tantos kilómetros y montañas, volvimos a Berga. Papi pasó por el taller, el tito Joan le arregló el pelo y la yaya me prohibió el sofá. ¡Qué duro es ser un perro peludo en casa!
El sol volvió a brillar después de la niebla, y acabamos caminando por una muralla china… ¡en España! Entre rocas afiladas, pueblos fantasmas y caminos imposibles, fue un dÃa de pura aventura perruna.
La lluvia no entiende de horarios ni de caminos, pero yo sÃ: sigo el olor de la aventura. Entre niebla, uno de los pueblos más bonitos del paÃs y una carretera que no lleva a ningún sitio, descubrà que a veces eso es lo mejor.
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!
The rain had surrounded us, Toulouse was calling us and the sofa was holding us back. In the end, the naps won, Daddy Edu's thoughts and my talent for doing nothing with style. A day without a destination, but full of dog-like calm.