Creí que la carretera cortada era solo para coches… así que me tumbé en medio como si fuera mi terraza privada. Entre curvas repetidas, pueblos de postal y una garganta sin humanos, hasta yo perdí la cuenta de los paisajes.
aparcamiento (rural) 🅿️🌲
Creía que nos quedaríamos en nuestro paraíso secreto, pero papi Edu me llevó de colinas aburridas a puentes medievales y acabamos en un lago misterioso bajo la noche.
Un lago inmenso, una playa de arena sin bañistas y un ejército de bellotas kamikaze bombardeando nuestra cámper. Al final, victoria perruna y descanso sin explosiones.
We thought we were just going to eat by a lake… and we ended up listening to a stranger's entire life before getting lost in a perfect forest for sleeping rough.
We slept like rocks, we fled from museums and followed our noses: shopping, aimless road trips and a hidden meadow next to a tiny village. Guess where I ended up marking my territory?
Beaches where the war raged, bunkers swallowed by the sand, a museum that nearly blew daddy's mind, and a finale in an empty meadow fit for a shaggy king. Fancy coming to smell some history with me?
From endless beaches to dunes and nature reserves, we ended the day among hills and heather, exploring, playing and enjoying the last secret corner before saying goodbye to Ireland.
From medieval ruins to car-eating ferries, via the oldest lighthouse on the planet and a late dinner with an industrial-strength hairdryer wind: a full day for an explorer dog and his absent-minded human.
From Viking kings to forbidden beaches, by way of a metal sailor who never blinks. I, with my tail held high, lived a day of castles, cliffs and naps with glorious snores.
Between ancient ruins and a giant bridge, I ran, sniffed and jumped in puddles while the rain accompanied us. Waterford awaited us with adventures and views of the river.
Between dunes, beaches and showers, we followed the route to a secluded spot near Tintern Abbey. Sometimes the rain also tastes like adventure.
Today, without Uncle Joan, with rain and mysterious fines, we traveled invisible toll roads, explored mysterious ruins, and ended up sniffing/smelling the Wicklow coast.