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.
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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.
Today I got lost among mountain goats, Roman roads and paths that seemed to hide secrets. The river's water accompanied us all the way, and the mountain gave us the last light of the day.
Today the sun woke us up wanting to go for a walk. Tranquil forests, a hidden valley, mountain passes with history and a perfect ending by the river. One of those days to be savoured slowly.
Today I stayed watching the camper while Edu got lost among kings, endless corridors and very serious stones in El Escorial. Then we strolled among giant nativity scenes and ended up sleeping in a dark and silent area, ideal.
Today I had to walk further than expected among giant stones, pines and somewhat chaotic paths in La Pedriza. It rained just when it should, there was a strategic Whopper and we ended up sleeping in total silence, as the dog manual dictates.
Today I wandered through a town frozen in war, explored a Little Russia in absolute silence and witnessed a free shower that nobody had asked for. We ended up sleeping among pine forests, with history still smelling of old stone.
Today I smelled thousand-year-old stones, crossed dodgy walkways in my arms and survived a dark, muddy tunnel. Thirteen kilometres later I found a perfect place to sleep and plan more mischief.
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.