We slept poorly amidst doubts, crows, and upside-down heads. We drove through bumpy green tunnels to a wheat field at sunset. Playing with the ball, two guys arrived... and we ended up invited to a horse fair!
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After five days of family pampering (and dodging my ninja-cousin-cat), it was time to get back on the road. What I didn't know was that the boat would be more boring than a Sunday without football.
Anti-parasite pill, a walk to the mall, and a farewell dinner... while I stay home with the pusi, keeping an eye on the logistics.
Today there was a human gathering at home, with visitors, pastries and... more pampering for the cat than for me! Luckily, we went out to sniff around the field and regain dignity.
Today it was raining even in my thoughts. I took refuge in the cat's bed (yes, I confess). In the afternoon the humans went out on their bikes to a theater with 4000 people, while I stayed guarding the house… and the pusi.
Dad is going swimming with Tito Antonio and I'm staying on the sofa... but he comes back with new balls! Walk with lake, Dutch windmill and selfie included. We sleep in the camper, as it should be.
Failed attempt at a country shower, motorways full of trucks and cows looking at me strangely. But also: hugs, family and the camper parked in front of the house. Hello again, Holland!
We slept poorly but crossed half of Germany with stops and bad roads, and ended up in a quiet forest on the border of Holland. No cheese today, but with a walk and silence.
Today we had vineyards, German hugs, a sneaky tick, and a man who talked more than a parrot on espresso. But in the end, a quiet forest and paws in the air. A full-on kind of day.
We slept with a soundtrack of waterfalls, discovered a castle without tourists, ran among magical rocks and crossed into Germany with smuggled cheese. And all without losing our tails.
After so much city, we were looking for peace and quiet. We found it at a lake with no swimming, a nap on the motorway, and a stream with a liquid soundtrack.
Today was intense tourism: streets that smell of waffles, selfies galore, and towns so pretty they almost fine you for breathing them in. We skipped Mulhouse, trotted through Eguisheim, collected facades in Colmar and slept hugging the Rhine, me with my snout in France and my tail in Germany.