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IX. Pueblos que sestean sobre el litoral

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VIII. La sorprendente duna de Pilat

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VII. Vasconia cántabra, marinera y turística

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Return to Nowhere

Béhasque, Sauveterre de Béarn, Jaureguia… These prehistorical nuances and mountain echoes  in these place names sound quite familiar to me: I am in the French side of the Basque country, a region that I find to be both similar and disimilar to the Spanish counterpart. On one hand, villages and architecture are quite alike on … Continue reading »

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The heart of Gascony

France is getting better and leaving me openmouthed. If I liked it before, now I’m fascinated. Who would tell? All my life disliking it and it turns out to be – arguably – Europe’s most beautiful country. To think that, after Norway, I thought I had seen everything! This morning I’ve set off earlier than … Continue reading »

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Where do I belong?

October twelfth, anniversary of the discovery of America, day of Hispanic World for us Spaniards, much to the displeasure of our American cousins, who are always ashamed of their great-grandparents. Breakfast at L’Hirondelle du Lac is a bit thrifty, yet of great quality: homemade sponge cake, blackberries from the backyard, honey from local hives, homemade … Continue reading »

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A piece of paradise

Wooden floored and paper-thin walled, every step in the noisy and expensive hotel at Le Veurdre could be heard as well as my neighbours partying last night. I admit, though, to my insomnia as the main problem. Fortunately, at least, the morning has begun fantastic, splendid, barely a few clouds on the horizon. My indefatigable … Continue reading »

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Hundred rooms and a dinner

I open my eyes. Like every morning, it takes me a few moments to realize where I am. Which room is this? How many I’ve slept in along this journey? And barely one night in each. Maybe one hundred rooms and that many different beds, night stands, ceilings, doors, bathrooms, views… All of them foreign, … Continue reading »

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