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.
🇪🇸 From Berga to Seville
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 it was cold, drizzling, and a quick walk around Llerena, which doesn't improve much in the daytime. Then washing machines, rebellious dryers, a quiet road, and we ended up sleeping with Seville shining in the distance.
Today I woke up to sun and cold in a place so perfect that Daddy Edu marked it for other travellers. I chatted with a curious Dutchman, went through boring towns in Reyes and ended up warm in Llerena, without rushing and without noise.
We slept so-so and arrived late in Guadalupe, but the town welcomed us with calm and ancient stone. Papa Edu got lost amongst cloisters, relics and a small, black Virgin, while I kept an eye on the camper.
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.
It dawns with rain, but Plasencia winks at us and stops raining just as we begin to walk around it. Medieval doors, two cathedrals, frantic Christmas shopping and the end of the day among vultures, rocks and a seventeenth-century bridge where we sleep in silence.
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 we say goodbye to the year among snow, mountain roads and comforting silences. We went up to Gredos with hardly any plan, looking for cold and calm, and ended up celebrating the quietest possible New Year's Eve, at 1450 metres, warm and happy.
Today I learned that not all towns make you fall in love, that some throats are watched more than they are walked, and that in the Rosarito reservoir there's plenty of space to run, play… and crash a drone against a treacherous branch.