Got in to Madrid just now, home of fancy modern hotels with free ethernet. Spent a few days after St. Jean-de-Luz (from where I last posted, though I neglected, I think, to say that) in the Picos de Europa area, a huge mountainous national park in central northern Spain, and today we spent yet again on the highway to Madrid.
Dinner tonight at some restaurant tonight that was a favorite of Hemingway’s. They give you a whole suckling pig. Oh joy. The friend who told us about it spent much time over here about fifty years ago, learning bullfighting from Juan Belmonte, one of the greatest bullfighters who ever lived.
Why am I suddenly averse to seeing an entire dead animal on my table? They do this with fish all the time…
white pebble 