Beautiful, mysterious. I fell in love with the people, the landscape, the food. The language is inscrutable. If ever I needed to be in a witness protection program, this is where I'd get lost. The Basque were never conquered by the Romans, and the Visigoths left them alone. The Mohametans ignored them.
Did I say lush? Ferns carpeting the forest floor.
The coast is spectacularly breathtaking.
A roadside shrine. It was just after a series of white-knuckle hairpin twists on the coastal highway.
A hillside cemetery.
End of the road.
The casa rural where we stayed.