Hoy olà pasillos de Leroy, reencontré a un humano importante, probé un pueblo agradable y estrené jersey hecho a medida. Un dÃa tranquilo, de cafés, papeleos raros y calorcito perruno al final.
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Today we woke up to school shouts and ended up surrounded by motorhomes from half of Europe. Serious monasteries, Roman ruins, treacherous rain and humans soaked because of the water. Me, dry and writing.
We left late and ended up on a 4x4 route that was no shortcut. Seville gave us hugs, giant flamenquines, a dangerous coffee in IKEA and even a custom-made dog jumper. Full day without running.
I woke up in a new place, good sun, good bed, and then… washing machine, park, airports and a terrace full of noisy humans. But in the end, tranquility and views of Seville, which is what matters.
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.
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.