We slept amidst ice and calm, we scared away ghosts with heating and ended up walking among vultures, castles and ravines. A long day, of ancient stone and tired legs, which ended beside a Roman bridge and much silence.
in the middle of nature 🌲
Today I strolled through Medinaceli, among Roman arches, noble squares and stones steeped in history. Then there was a shower in the sun, country doubts and we ended up sleeping in a picnic area that at night was more intimidating than expected.
We slept with wind that howled louder than I did, waking up Daddy Edu to wrestle with the heating. Then fog, Tarazona that looks like Italy, an abandoned sanatorium that gives you the creeps, and a perfect hideout next to a dark reservoir.
The rain and laziness left us trapped in the camper all morning, but when we went up to the Santuario de la Misericordia the wind was roaring outside and the heating turned the inside into a perfect refuge.
A steel monster planted by the river, ruins that appear like memories and a perfect end on the banks of the Ebro. Today we travel slowly, with cold, wind and many little ones watching every step.
Off-road, bends, historic monasteries and breathtaking views: today we're ending the getaway with a day that mixes adventure, history and relaxation in the camper.
A ghost town, a modernist church and breathtaking views? Today we get lost on winding roads and surprising corners.
After more than a month in Berga and two visits to the workshop, we're finally back on the road. It's Constitution Day, the hairdresser's is closed and the camper takes us to a beautiful spot near Bonastre where everything falls into place again.
Rain doesn't understand timetables or roads, but I do: I follow the scent of adventure. Among the mist, one of the most beautiful villages in the country and a road that leads nowhere, I discovered that sometimes that's the best thing.
Amidst spitting lama's, posing photographers and tunnels leading from France to Spain, Dad and I experienced a high day. Literally: more than two thousand metres of pure adventure and mountain humour.
Today I discovered that the "circuses" of the Pyrenees don't have clowns, but they do have signs that look like a joke. Two mountains, three prohibitions and a dad determined to take photos even if I have to watch the camper van. Luckily, at the Col du Tourmalet we dogs do sleep warmly!
Between giant mountains and Siberian wind, I discovered the most serious circus in the world: Gavarnie's. Without clowns, but with rocks as the audience and a dad who almost became a smuggler.