I don't know what we have in summer with travel, what we don't do throughout the year what we all want to do. But whoever physically chooses to travel in the books, any time of the year is favorable to it. And, as a summer recommendation, if I'm not proposing a method. No, as the title had suggested, preciously to Atlantida. No, at the will of the writer, to the Ribera – through Valdorba – of the imagination of many Basques. No. Yes, those who have been soldiers in the area of Catalonia, but also those who do more contemporary services know him well, and we suffer well, is Castejón. More concretely, walking through the grandmother's big house. Sit underneath the plain, in the freshness of the night.

Breaking the custom of the mountaineers, the traveler will leave Etxauri at noon so that in four days he can celebrate. Those that happen to him in the meantime, and that happen to him, because every journey, and especially the inner journey, better if it is the reader himself who discovers them. Just one thing: don’t expect concessions here, mercy, mercy; all accounts are written by Jokin Muñoz.