As we left Cuenca (east of Madrid) traveling north into the Basque Country, we crossed La Mancha. This is a vast area of broad plains interrupted by low lying but rugged mountains and ravines. As we traveled we could not help but think of the Man from La Mancha, Don Quixote, and his penchant for tilting at windmills. We decided that if Don Quixote were alive today he would not dare leave his house. When he peeked out his window, no matter which way he looked he would see that his short squat ene…
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Posted on November 21, 2009 at 2:08am —
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