Week 2 – locked out, on the road and a dog resort
- Matthias Fröhlich

- Nov 17
- 2 min read
The second week already feels much more familiar. We're in a rhythm, no longer stuck in one place, and seem to be cruising more easily through Spain. The landscape is constantly changing: orange groves, mountains, wide plains. And right in the middle of it all are the two of us, Milo and Mooi, and our Bäri.
A highlight was the dog-friendly campsite in Ondara. A place that doesn't just tolerate dogs, but takes them seriously. Large off-leash areas, agility courses, plenty of space to run around. Mooi immediately switched into "I've got everything under control here" mode. Milo would have loved to move in right away. For us, it was a place to breathe. A coffee in hand, dogs running around, sun on our faces. This was exactly how we had imagined this trip.

In between, we drove through truly beautiful countryside. Long stretches without traffic, those warm colors you only find in Spain. Every now and then a short stop, drone up, dogs out, then on we went. We both realized how good this letting go felt.
And then came our little mishap of the week. Our security concept is actually top-notch: alarm system, GPS, chains on the doors, and Mooi as a living siren. The only problem is, you put the chains on in the evening and forget to remove them in the morning. The front doors unlocked, sure – but you can't open them with a chain still attached. And there we were, stuck outside. Keys inside the van. Coffee inside the van. Everything inside the van.
With a bit of acrobatics, a muttered curse, and a bruise, we made it in. We won't reveal exactly how. But we now know: Our insurance policy even works against ourselves.
We had to flee once more. The spot initially sounded ideal, until the stench nearly knocked us off our chairs. So we packed up again and moved on. No big deal, more of a laughable moment. Lesson learned: Sometimes your nose decides.
Week two was a mix of nature, minor mishaps, great spots, and plenty of freedom. We're slowly arriving. Not in a specific place, but in the process of being on the road.





















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