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.
in the middle of nature 🌲
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.
Today I sneaked into Toulouse: I sniffed out streets, crossed bridges and nearly took to the air with a Beluga XL. Cities, watch out, an exploring winemaker is on the loose!
Between stone arches and mysterious caves, jumps, sniffs and adventures: a day of exploration that seems taken from a story.
Today we started the day "very early" at eleven, we saw a lake that wouldn't let itself be walked around, a Venice without water, a picture-postcard canyon and we ended up fleeing a mysterious event to a secret clearing.
Today I had to be a mountain pilgrim: fences to jump, slow humans to overtake and a road where cars roared at ninety while I sniffed every bush as if it were sacred.
I thought the alarm clock was a nuclear threat, but it turned out that Daddy just wanted to get up early... at eleven. Between shopping without me and a secret river, we ended up in a paradise of siesta and meadow.
We climbed Puy Mary by a steep path, saw the sun set behind the hills and went down almost in the dark. All after surprise waterfalls, giant dams and mountain roads.
Today I conquered a hidden beach, I played until I buried the ball three times, I survived a road with more bends than a snake and ended up watching over a secret lake just for me.