23.14 Vive le Francais, the Pyrenees crossing...a spectacular day. Better yet: Viva España.
Just follow that sign to France, Lady. The 'Rising' in sun and shadows. “We’re out of French fries,” our chef announced. Besides being an intrepid hiker and adventurer, she also cooks, edits, seeks hiking opportunities and directions, occasionally losing directions, too. You can’t have everything. “We’ll buy some more at our next shop stop,” I answered, admittedly not a brilliant response. We have mentioned our restrictive diet over here in Spain. Potatoes and chips (fries) are one of the staples. “While we’re so close to France, why don’t we hop over and buy the real thing,” she answered. “You can’t be serious. I’ll settle for the local spuds…they’re fine.” The editor fancies herself as a comedian, too. Who ever heard of people taking a flight to buy French fries. “Flight? We’re going walking for them.” “Walking?” “Yeah! France is next door Spain. We walk out the back gate, up the hill, cross over the Pyrenees Mountains and before you know it, we’re...