Amidst sands that resemble highways, a pier that stretches towards the horizon, and ruins that whisper to the wind, I discover that even the sea holds unexpected surprises.
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De la abadÃa solitaria de Moor a los senderos sin fin de Ballyseedy Wood. Toros, hierbas altas, viento y muchos kilómetros de paseo en un dÃa redondo.
Today there were no castles or adventures, just kilometers, shopping and a quiet corner in the forest to rest after a month of non-stop sightseeing.
A night of a cradle with wheels, escape plans from Ireland, and a castle playing hide-and-seek.
Pill without drama, post-Brexit paperwork and a president cheating at golf. We’ll sleep next to the monument of a Russian shipwreck with more lives than a cat.
Today a new journey begins. We've left Berga, Grandma and Uncle Joan (who stayed behind cutting hair), and we've already crossed the border like true smugglers. I'm a travelling dog again!
