Let us take a stroll through the Basque undergrowth, between green valleys and misty peaks.

Imagine the foamy smell of these lands and damp woods crisscrossed by streams (really? Does it rain in the Basque Country?) , and sheltering lush vegetation.

Around us, wild pottocks roam freely in the meadows, wafting the scent of hay and leather. Along the way, we peck at a few blackberries despite the brambles, and black cherries: impossible to resist.

And finally, why not stop at a local venta to enjoy a small glass of Patxaran?