I’m not really a dog person at all and like cats much better. I owned a cat when I lived in Canada and find myself drawn to them whenever I travel. I was surprised to discover that the mighty and historic Roman coliseum is filled with many feral cats and delighted to see homeless cats given shelter on a boat in Amsterdam.
Then I spent time in Costa Brava and hung out with a bunch of dogs. Despite my initial resistance, those canines won my heart and now I find myself wanting to get a loyal and faithful companion of my own. A time may come when my ever restless travelling soul will be tamed and I’ll settle down somewhere. I can then see myself walking through the quiet tree filled streets of a nice European city with a dog at my side.
How did this love for dogs develop? I blame it on Pequita.
Arriving at Mas Perafita, a winery in Cap de Creus (where I later witnessed a beautiful sunrise) our group was greeted by four excited and happy dogs. All but one ran to meet us at our vehicles. Pequita excited too, stayed back looking like she wished she could join. She hesitantly stepped forward and I saw that she had a limp, which we later found out resulted from a car accident. I walked up to her instead and as I started to pet her, she leaned against me and sweetly extended her injured paw. This was the defining moment when I fell in love and started plotting complicated kidnapping scenarios that would bring her to Berlin with me.
So meet Pequita and understand why my love for her runs so deep. Just look at her face!
These are Pequita’s cute friends who we played fetch with using rocks and pine cones. Who needs a tennis ball when you have the resources of mother nature?
As I watched the dog’s frolic about, I couldn’t help but be delighted to get a glimpse of their lifestyle in the Spanish countryside. They spend their days outdoors playing, sleeping and enjoying the affection of the winery’s visitors against the beautiful landscape of the Pyrenees. This is the way all animals (and even people) should live!
A couple of days later when our group was celebrating the Catalonian Calçotada tradition (blog post on this coming soon) at a farm not far from Besalú, we again had more dogs to keep us company.
I spied this guy snoozing in the grass. He didn’t even make an effort to greet any of us so I made my way over to him. Pequita turned me into a dog stalker! Creepy, right?
We then had two German Sheppards follow us for a walk to a nearby river. When we got there, the German Sheppard pictured in the below photo astounded us by wading deep into the water, digging up a giant rock and carrying it with her as she followed us back the farm.
I know this post isn’t really full of useful information or handy travel tips but I wanted to share it nonetheless. Sometimes when you travel, it’s the unexpected things that impact you the most and for me it was the dogs of Costa Brava.
* The winery visit and Calçotada celebration was made possible by Charming Villas.