arth! It’s the smell of wet earth that strikes me; tantalises me, as I step out into the early morning sunshine. The sun’s rays, shining through tall pines along neat rows of vines hanging heavy with black merlot grapes blind, as I crunch along the gravel path from my villa to the Casa Grande for …
oday is the first of what will be an eight-day Camino to Santiago de Compostela for the twelve of us. We meet our personable escort Pablo and leave Bilbao at a very sensible noon hour. We drive south to Vitoria founded towards the end of the 12th Century. Today it is an …