| All the trips are the trip to Ítaca, since Lluís Llach sings; it is to say trips to the interior of one itself. But if to the side you lead a journalist of race and of talent, as Marc, who besides is a specialist in interviewing, the hours of car transform in an interminable Proust’s sponge-cake submerging in an infinite cup of tea. Route Logrono and Burgos, we have come this way to Segovia, arriving for having dinner. |