Anti-parasite pill, a walk to the mall, and a farewell dinner... while I stay home with the pusi, keeping an eye on the logistics.
🇪🇸🇫🇷🇩🇪🇳🇱 Spain, France, Germany, and the Netherlands
Today there was a human gathering at home, with visitors, pastries and... more pampering for the cat than for me! Luckily, we went out to sniff around the field and regain dignity.
Today it was raining even in my thoughts. I took refuge in the cat's bed (yes, I confess). In the afternoon the humans went out on their bikes to a theater with 4000 people, while I stayed guarding the house… and the pusi.
Dad is going swimming with Tito Antonio and I'm staying on the sofa... but he comes back with new balls! Walk with lake, Dutch windmill and selfie included. We sleep in the camper, as it should be.
Failed attempt at a country shower, motorways full of trucks and cows looking at me strangely. But also: hugs, family and the camper parked in front of the house. Hello again, Holland!
We slept poorly but crossed half of Germany with stops and bad roads, and ended up in a quiet forest on the border of Holland. No cheese today, but with a walk and silence.
Today we had vineyards, German hugs, a sneaky tick, and a man who talked more than a parrot on espresso. But in the end, a quiet forest and paws in the air. A full-on kind of day.
We slept with a soundtrack of waterfalls, discovered a castle without tourists, ran among magical rocks and crossed into Germany with smuggled cheese. And all without losing our tails.
Tras tanta ciudad, buscábamos tranquilidad. La encontramos en un lago sin baño, una siesta en autopista y un arroyo con banda sonora líquida.
Hoy tocó turismo intensivo: calles que huelen a gofres, selfies a granel y pueblos tan bonitos que casi te multan por respirarlos. Saltamos Mulhouse, trotamos Eguisheim, coleccionamos fachadas en Colmar y dormimos abrazando el Rin, yo con el hocico en Francia y el rabo en Alemania.
Entre murallas, terrazas francesas y lagos con carteles de “no toques nada”, hoy ha sido un viernes de exploradores. Y sí, el león de Belfort no me ladró. Cobarde.
Hoy la aventura empezó antes de arrancar bien el motor: ramas a la cara, barro hasta las ruedas y un camino tan estrecho que casi salimos en versión exprimida. Pero el destino final: paz, campo y ninguna señal de humanos. Planazo.