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.
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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.
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!
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.
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.
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.
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.
A ghost town, a modernist church and breathtaking views? Today we get lost on winding roads and surprising corners.
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.
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.
Today I smelled thousand-year-old stones, crossed dodgy walkways in my arms and survived a dark, muddy tunnel. Thirteen kilometres later I found a perfect place to sleep and plan more mischief.
A steel monster planted by the river, ruins that appear like memories and a perfect end on the banks of the Ebro. Today we travel slowly, with cold, wind and many little ones watching every step.