When people ask what N liked the most on his first, two-week-long visit to Spain, the answer is, France. The several hours we spent in France erased everything we saw of Spain throughout the trip.
Spain has been whining for 200 years that it’s marginalized in Europe and nobody sees the Spanish as being equally important to Europe as the French.
And it’s true but, honestly, who’s to blame? You cross the border, and immediately everything is prettier, tastier, cleaner, more elegant. It’s the same Basque people living where we crossed into France. The only difference is which nation absorbed them.
N is now dreaming of a long holiday in France, comparing airlines and lodging costs. And I understand it completely. Spain was great, don’t get me wrong. But France was at a whole different level.

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