Chilly time of year, not that awesome for traveling. So pigs and churches it is. These are my special pottokak neighbors. I occasionally see the gent who owns them in the morning, just standing in the middle of the field with his tiny horses and looking really happy. Forget positive thinking, peeps. It's all about the tiny horses. Like cats, but you can ride them.
The church in the third picture is at the top of a fort that crowns a perilous rock face. The fort played a part in one of the Carlist Wars. The wars were a bunch of conflicts between monarchy and republicanism, official Catholicism and secularism. Surprisingly, the Basque Country sided with the monarchy during the first Carlist war, in part because they thought that the royals would uphold their traditional foral laws, which granted them significant autonomy. There were also warring factions within the royal family.
Also: pigs. It will be St. Thomas Day in Donosti a few days before Christmas, which equals ham. For the moment, these folks at the bottom were oinking it up, acting like they didn't just eat every last acorn on the forest floor.
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