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.
🇪🇸 Spain
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 a new journey begins. We've left Berga, Grandma and Uncle Joan (who stayed behind cutting hair), and we've already crossed the border like true smugglers. I'm a travelling dog again!
