This is country


Bob and I came across this majestic beast in a field outside the village of Burguete, Spain. The day was just beginning. Ernest Hemingway enjoyed his time in this village back in 1924-1925. He walked its fields, fished its streams, and described them all in The Sun Also Rises (chapter 12).

We started up the road and then went across a meadow and found a path that crossed the fields and went toward the woods on the slope of the first hill . . . The fields were rolling and grassy and the grass was short from the sheep grazing. The cattle were up in the hills. We heard their bells in the woods.

Looking back we saw Burguete, white houses and red roofs, and the white road with a truck going along it and the dust rising.

”This is country,” Bill said.