We drove toward Barcelona, but we decided to stay pretty far away from it. The closer we got to it, the more expensive the road tolls became. The Olympics is having a great effect on this country; probably has had for a couple of years, with all the construction and planning.
There are more castles in northern Spain, it seems, or maybe they’re just not surrounded by cities like castles are in the south. Also, the language is really affected by the area’s proximity to France. The signs had both French and Spanish on them, or else they were a strange combination of the two. At one toll booth we were given a pamphlet about protecting the forests from fire and litter. I looked up every word in my Spanish and French dictionaries, but couldn’t find any definitions. Someone thought it could be Basque, but we weren’t in the Pyrenees, so we weren’t sure.
Ken: “We’re coming to the town of Logronos. It means ‘Nerdville’ in Spanish.”