November 26. Santander to St Jean de Luz.

We are slowly making our way to Bordeaux where tomorrow we will catch a train direct to the Paris airport.

Such intricate architecture on these old buildings. I would love a tour.

Beautiful immaculate beaches. I’m sure they are crowded in summer.

How does this tree keep living?

Hottentot fig.

We’re back for more churros! Yay! Two dozen this time. And don’t leave them in the back seat with Ken. No no no!

The hills are getting much Rockier with little agriculture.

Back in Basque country where we can neither read nor begin to pronounce the words.

If you are not paying attention, you can cross the border into France without even noticing. No strip searches either!

Saint Jean de Luz.

We couldn’t quite make out what happened here. There was a van which deals with emergency gas release, fire trucks, ambulance, etc. But they weren’t blocking people from walking by so it couldn’t have been too serious.

And we got to watch some guys playing pelota on the fronton.

French dining at its finest.

The place we are staying in. 

Tonight we begin packing. We walked for 3 months with 3 packs and now we have to buy extra bags. Oh well!