at home

An unexpected detour took us to San Miguel del Fai. Monastery, forest, ruins and a path that only a few dared to go down. I did. Daddy Edu too. And that says a lot.

After so many kilometres and mountains, we returned to Berga. Dad went to the workshop, Uncle Joan cut his hair, and Grandma forbade me from the sofa. How hard it is being a hairy dog at home!

Después de 303 días, llegamos a casa. Con el gasoil justo y por carreteras con muchas curvas llegamos a Berga. ¡Qué alegría ver a mi títo Joan y la Yaya! Ahora toca descansar... y hacerme el rey de los sofás.