"You know," Elias said, studying the terrain. "For centuries, this line was a fortress. People died trying to cross this map. Now, we just drive over it to get lunch."
They walked toward the car, the dusty ground of the town square beneath their feet. They were parked facing South. To their left was the vastness of Portugal; to their right, the expanse of Spain. The sun was high, burning away the morning mist.
Elias smiled, picking up his cup. "You want the ham."
Political Map of Spain and Portugal (Iberian Peninsula)
He refolded the map, putting Spain on top. They got in the car, turned the key, and drove toward the border, invisible but delicious, that waited just beyond the hills.
"Which way is the car?" Sofia asked, momentarily disoriented by the winding streets.
"You know," Elias said, studying the terrain. "For centuries, this line was a fortress. People died trying to cross this map. Now, we just drive over it to get lunch."
They walked toward the car, the dusty ground of the town square beneath their feet. They were parked facing South. To their left was the vastness of Portugal; to their right, the expanse of Spain. The sun was high, burning away the morning mist.
Elias smiled, picking up his cup. "You want the ham."
Political Map of Spain and Portugal (Iberian Peninsula)
He refolded the map, putting Spain on top. They got in the car, turned the key, and drove toward the border, invisible but delicious, that waited just beyond the hills.
"Which way is the car?" Sofia asked, momentarily disoriented by the winding streets.