As we drove along, I tried to get a good photo from the car, but really ended up with a lot of guard rails...
There are lots of farms in these hills. They seem to be completely vertical and terraced. I keep wondering if the cows and sheep are going to tumble right off their pastures.
I don't worry about the goats.
I still need to put my feet into this body of water, BTW.
We are staying in a small village called Mutriku. When we forget we call it Mukilteo, but it's very different.
Tony thinks I should paint this, so I probably will since we will have days at sea coming up.
And right now we can hear the accordion player from the town square.
We have noticed how family friendly this area is. There are families out together whenever there isn't school. There was a big Halloween celebration last night. The whole town square was full of people, all the restaurants were open. In the daytime they had races for kids running down these cobblestone streets. Later in the day, runners and cyclists came through. It is a tough course here too. Easily as steep and hilly as trying to run in Lisbon. We burn off the day's calories walking up the 4 hills to the car.
(I got that from Google. I don't know where that is taken from!)
Anyway it has been a good lesson here in small town family. It has been difficult to communicate as most people speak Basque and the signs are in that language.
I'm guessing our brains might be just a bit bigger.
Seriously, it's like staying with your gramma
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