Kilómetros de playa vacía, el Olimpo vigilando desde lejos y yo enterrando la pelota como si no hubiera mañana. Todo perfecto… hasta que llegaron los mosquitos en modo invasión.
aparcamiento (rural) 🅿️🌲
Streets with life, a giant Roman watching over everything and crazy races on the beach. Then film-like cliffs in Polignano… and refuelling hurts more than treading on a stone barefoot. Complete trip 😄
Today it was the car, grey skies and gales, but in the end we found a quiet corner at the top of Monte di Togna. Sometimes boredom also has its charm.
Aparcar en Zaragoza fue misión imposible, pero a cambio hubo bocadillo de calamares, calles llenas de vida, una basílica gigantesca con una virgen diminuta y un final perfecto en lo alto de un tossal tranquilo donde dormir a gusto.
Empezamos el día con torrijas holandesas y lo terminamos en una quedada masiva de titos sevillanos, pescado frito, risas, lluvia intensa y un aparcamiento tranquilo con autocaravana con cochecito incluido.
Dormimos al lado de un parque y despertamos al lado de una casualidad enorme. Reencuentros inesperados, un corte de pelo de emergencia, un cachorro hiperactivo y un final poco glamurroso pero muy real.
Hoy olí pasillos de Leroy, reencontré a un humano importante, probé un pueblo agradable y estrené jersey hecho a medida. Un día tranquilo, de cafés, papeleos raros y calorcito perruno al final.
A sunny day, quiet DIY and reunions in Seville. Terraces in the cold, long chats, a camper van packed to the brim and a night ending at Cortijo Cuarto, calmly… and with some unglamorous surprises.
We slept like royalty next to the Dragon Bridge, and the day continued with new keys, Seville traffic jams, and a reunion that I could find with my eyes closed. There was laughter, food, and a very strange human game.
Today we went down to Seville without hurry and without any drama, between shopping, car parks and unheroic decisions. In the end, the eucalyptus trees won, along with the silence and a familiar place to sleep peacefully.
Today was one of those days that slip by slowly. A Romanesque bridge at dawn, an unexpected chat among campers, Trujillo on high and an old station where trains no longer pass, but calm does.
Today the rain was calling the shots more than we were. Plasencia slipped away from us between wind and invisible umbrellas, the mud won several battles and we ended up sheltering in the camper, dry, warm and so peaceful.