Driving on a road similar to Highway 1 along Big Sur with winding, twisty, hairpin turns high above the ocean, we made our way towards France. Stopping at Elantxobe, a small typical fishing village, we stretched our legs and tried to engage the locals. The people in this Basque area aren't particularly friendly or welcoming. Maybe it is because they refuse to acknowledge Spanish as their native language. There are signs and graffitti everywhere advocating independence and freedom from Spanish control.
Our rest for the night is Getaria. Our habits are being forced to adapt to the Spanish custom of not eating until 8 pm so we had to wait until the restaurants opened to serve us. We began with mixed salads then ate squid, turbot, pork, and another kind of fish we didn't know the name of. Our choice of dessert for the second day in a row was flan. This was the most traditional flan of the three nights we have eaten it. Austin volunteered to eat a fish eyeball. We were all impressed. It is really hard to go to sleep on an extremely full belly.