Barcelona
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.
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!
Exploring a shopping centre in Barcelona, I came across something unheard of: a dog that can't smell. It was a robot! I'll leave you the videos so you can see my "what witchcraft is this?" face.
