A good omen

The travel gods favor me. There was an empty chair next to me on my Minneapolis to Paris flight and my tight connection in Paris to the puddle jumper to Biarritz turned out to be a breeze. (French passport control is two bored-looking guys with a stamp and no lines.). My driver to St Jean was a cheerful Basque dude who spoke Spanish and English to me and Portuguese to my Brazilian seat mate and French and/or Basque/Euskara on the phone. (#lifegoals) The Basque language origin story is one of my favorites, as it is one of the oldest languages in Europe and doesn’t have the familiarity you’d expect with the other languages in the region. I had a teacher once who said no one knows where it came from. “Like it fell out of the sky,” she said.