September 2019: Wales, Weddings, and Basque Country

Not Spain nor France

We ended our splendid, three week walk through the Pyrenees in Basque country. We were woefully uneducated on this highly autonomous (though not independent) region, who sees itself as distinctly unique from its host countries.

Its people are feisty, yet warm. They speak in a language with a confusing frequency of the letter x and make a mean pinxto.

We’d highly recommend visiting it’s coast on the Atlantic. We felt completely French (cough, basque) taking the public electric bus to Biarritz’ city beach and lounging topless while munching baguette. Well worth the cliché.

Fun fact: we just missed D Trump, who graced the glitzy resort town with his presence for a Gsomething meeting just the week before.

Returning to Many Homes

When you live far away, and no where at all, you inevitably miss little pieces of the everyday. This was one of those months that we got to catch up on those moments.

From weddings with extended family to time with old friends, we did a whole lot of catching up (and not a whole lot else). Which is lovely sometimes.

We met up again in Ireland, where Stef used his glossy new Irish passport to obtain a working holiday visa for Japan.

And celebrated with a Guinness.

♡ Stef and Tor