We thought we'd stop for a bit in Conques and ended up forking out six euros for parking as if it included a hotel with a spa. Then the hunt for the perfect campervan began... almost at night, of course.
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I thought the alarm clock was a nuclear threat, but it turned out that Daddy just wanted to get up early... at eleven. Between shopping without me and a secret river, we ended up in a paradise of siesta and meadow.
I thought the closed road was only for cars... so I lay down in the middle of it as if it were my private terrace. Between repeated bends, picture-postcard villages and a gorge without any humans, even I lost count of the landscapes.
We climbed Puy Mary by a steep path, saw the sun set behind the hills and went down almost in the dark. All after surprise waterfalls, giant dams and mountain roads.
I thought we'd stay in our secret paradise, but Daddy Edu took me from boring hills to medieval bridges and we ended up at a mysterious lake under the night sky.
Today I conquered a hidden beach, I played until I buried the ball three times, I survived a road with more bends than a snake and ended up watching over a secret lake just for me.
An immense lake, a sandy beach without bathers and an army of kamikaze acorns bombarding our camper van. In the end, canine victory and explosion-free rest.
A pretty lake, but with a sign saying "dogs prohibited". XXL shopping, epic nap and a happy ending by the Vienne river, with the whole meadow just for my paws.
I thought we were going to spend the day among grass and naps, but Daddy Edu started the engine and we ended up exploring castles, rivers and fairytale villages before sleeping by Lake Rouffiac.
Between a castle fallen from the sky, a pizza coming out of a machine and a secret corner by a stream, we celebrate a thousand nights on wheels… and we still haven’t learned to stay still.
I've slept a thousand nights in our camper van, and Daddy Edu one more. A thousand and one nights of roads, rain, snow, and stars, which don't count countries, but dreams on wheels.
Oradour-sur-Glane leaves us speechless and without a walk. I, the only dog in the world banned by history, wait outside while Dad visits the ruins. At the end of the day, calm returns among trees and screws.