Seven days ago I left Washington, D.C. to fly across the Atlantic Ocean. I arrived at Kate Hill’s gastronomic slice of heaven, Camont, and moved into the little gypsy caravan I have called home once before.
After five quiet days alongside the canal, eating well, drinking Gascon wines and visiting with friends, we left yesterday to trace the Ham Trail in Basque country. We drove through four styles of architecture and as many types of agriculture until we reached a small, charming hotel at the base of the Pyrenees.
Basque country spreads out before me in the valley. Sheep and pigs and stocky horses roam the hillsides. There are hams hanging everywhere, even over last night’s dinner table. There is so much to say, but I ache to spend time in the fresh air, the breeze… to sit and eat and experience it all. So, for now, I’ll post some photos to show you what I’ve been doing for the last week so I can get right back to the world of the Basque, an entire universe it seems, unique in this world. I urge you to come to Basquelandia. And if you do, there is simply no better guide than Kate Hill.*