A Pyrenean Idyll
Aitor shook his stick at the BMW crawling its way up the steep road to Bayonne. “Fucking Germans,” he spat. “In a hurry to get to their hotel, no doubt. Probably called ahead to have whores waiting for them.” “Daddy!” said Eguzkiñe, pretending to be shocked. “It’s true, darling girl. All Germans are horny as goats. That’s why we…