La lluvia nos tenía rodeados, Toulouse nos llamaba y el sofá nos retenía. Al final ganaron las siestas, los pensamientos de papi Edu y mi talento para no hacer nada con estilo. Un día sin rumbo, pero lleno de calma perruna.
motorhome area 🚐
The rain didn't stop us: naps, laundry and doggy adventures around Montauban until we found our nightly refuge
Today we travelled through rain, déjà vu and fortresses. Daddy Edu swore that Najac sounded familiar... and he was right. Between ancient stones, dusty mannequins and a late sun, we ended the day in a charming corner called Bruniquel.
I thought we were going to spend the day among grass and naps, but Daddy Edu started the engine and we ended up exploring castles, rivers and fairytale villages before sleeping by Lake Rouffiac.
Oradour-sur-Glane leaves us speechless and without a walk. I, the only dog in the world banned by history, wait outside while Dad visits the ruins. At the end of the day, calm returns among trees and screws.
A photogenic castle, a bridge with no model dog, rain sabotaging plans and a dad who squeezes every area as if it were nomadic magic. Who said a grey day can't shine?
I woke up sailing, I had a pee next to the "dog toilet", I met international collies and Dad devoured half the ferry menu. We arrived in Cherbourg without diesel and ended up sleeping among French motorhomes.
Nos despertamos en Goncourt y disfrutamos de una caminata variada de 10 km con campos, aldeas, vacas y un bosque embarrado. Luego nos trasladamos al norte, pasando por ríos y un Mosela inundado, hasta encontrar un aparcamiento adecuado en Liverdun, donde vamos a dormir.
