The sun rises quietly over Carta village.
I am wandering in the streets with a sleeping bag around the head.
Laura's tent is too small for three people and I quickly understood that I will not sleep.
Two dogs barning emerge from a farm, I threaten them with a stone and scream "Kaï".

 

Little by little, the pink light warms up the top of the mountain.

The mist is slowly lifted like a sheet and the cows go grazing.

The adrenalin is going down and my body is relaxing.
 

Yesterday we gave up with the program and decided to improvise the road trip.
I feel good today.