In the Picos de Europa
The single track climbed through sheep-strewn meadows, along a valley that narrowed with every twist and turn. It ended in the cobblestoned courtyard of a red-tiled, granite farmhouse, huddled against the Cantabrian massif.
I raised my visor.
"Disculpe Señor, I do not mean to intrude, but I am lost."
He was Basque, old and bent, with skin leathered from much toil under the mountain sun. He stared for a while, then said, "Hmm, a BMW. Nice bike. Where are you going, pilgrim?"
"Nowhere in particular."
"Then you're not lost. You have arrived. There is cheese and cider inside."
- Category: True Stories Told As Fiction
5 comments add one below
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Neville Hunt over 2 years ago
Haha! Love it... and love the fact that it’s a true story. Love the concept and the welcome. More please Alan...
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Neville Hunt over 2 years ago
...and I particularly like the way you’ve constructed it. An excellent example of the art of drabbling imho.
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Frenchie over 2 years ago
Very nice!
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VerityAlways over 2 years ago
It was a very wonderful visual tour! Thanks!!
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Neville Hunt over 2 years ago
I've now checked out the Picos de Europa, Alan. They look fab-u-lus! That's another place in northern Spain on my list for when we can travel again. Not sure about the BMW bike, although we do drive Spanish SEATs, which are really German too!
