Orange cast across the sky.

Blue ink on the document.

Bravado and brilliance with a dash of wisdom.

Unlikely you might think.

But this is true.

Taking the machine apart was easy.

It was harder than most to understand.

How did it function?

A mechanic might like to ponder magic but knows methodical study brings the best results.

Filled with hope, water and chocolate, we entered the sweeping Bizton Valley.

Two deer ran slowly in the distance, looking like excited children trying to catch the mail delivery.

Sounds of bells and wind.

The aroma of cilantro and thyme.

A season like no other.

Generally turning the barrio around.

Generally the idea is sound.

Specifically we all agree.

Decidedly we start and keep going forward.

Light and laughter.

Illuminated stone walls.

A prison? A Castle? A historic monument?

Outside they were selling freedom burgers and philosophy salads.

The ice cream vendor was melting in the heat, the ice cream was not.

Two stones and two violins were piled in a corner.

The flowers were blooming.

The sky was invisible, the road soft.

Welcome, they said.