Four weeks of waiting and then… boom! Passport, giant ship, and wind in your hair. I'm just saying one thing: if there's dog-friendly fun and adventure, this trip's got potential. And it's starting strong.
Barcelona
We arrive at our annual stop in Berga and everything is tradition… except the silence. Between voices, a forbidden sofa and a suspicious blanket, I try to survive without missing my nap. Spoiler: the camper van wins.
Salimos temprano de Berga con 500 kilómetros por delante, cita en Sallent, papeleo para cruzar Rusia rumbo a Mongolia y un café imposible en la Calle Laurel. La tita Nita nos espera en Galicia. El barro nos recibió antes que el Atlántico.
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.
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.
Hoy papi Edu prueba nuestro dron nuevo en Berga. Yo me quedo en casa, pero las vistas desde 120 metros sobre el pueblo y los Prepirineos son impresionantes y únicas.
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.
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.
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!