Category Archives: Adventures of Maite and Kepa

The Adventures of Maite and Kepa: Part 62

Kepa fidgeted in his saddle as the foreman led him into the hills. He had never ridden a horse in his life, and his “character” in this time bubble had never either.  The foreman looked back and saw Kepa’s obvious discomfort. He chuckled. “Never been on a horse before, eh?” Kepa just shook his head, […]

The Adventures of Maite and Kepa: Part 59

Kepa held up his hands. “Look, mutilak, we don’t want any trouble,” said Kepa with his broken English as he backed away and turned to go the other direction. As he turned he nearly walked into Donny McCowen, who towered above him, his sinister sneer highlighted by the moonlight bathing his face. “If you didn’t […]

The Adventures of Maite and Kepa: Part 58

If you get this post via email, the return-to address goes no where, so please write blas@buber.net if you want to get in touch with me. “What the hell was that?” asked Maite as she stared at the door Donny had just gone through. “My apologies.” The barkeep was suddenly standing over their table, drinks […]

The Adventures of Maite and Kepa: Part 56

Kepa began stacking up some of the plates as another woman, dressed in the same uniform of a white blouse and red skirt, came in from the kitchen. He looked up. “Maite!” he exclaimed. “I wasn’t sure if you were here.” Maite smiled as she helped clear the tables. “I’m here. Just so damn busy […]

The Adventures of Maite and Kepa: Part 55

Kepa found himself sitting at a long table covered in a bright red table cloth. Spread out in front of him were plates of cooked steak, fried potatoes, and salad. Large bowls were filled to the brim with beans and bread. Carafes of wine were spaced evenly down the length of the table. An older […]

The Adventures of Maite and Kepa: Part 54

“What is this place?” asked Kepa. All of the windows were shuttered and the door was locked. There were no other cars parked in front. “It seems… closed?” Maite looked around, walking to the side of the building. “There’s a fronton,” she said. “I assume this must have been some kind of Basque place?” Kepa […]

The Adventures of Maite and Kepa: Part 53

Kepa nearly hit another car as he pulled over to the shoulder and stared out the window. “Bakersfield?” he said, looking at Maite. Maite just shrugged. “I don’t know anything about it.” Kepa pulled out his phone and did a quick search. “Looks like it has a long history of Basque sheepherding. It’s about two […]

The Adventures of Maite and Kepa: Part 52

They spent midday in Monterey, where they first stopped at the aquarium. Though Kepa had often gone to the beach to relax, and had even gone spearfishing in the ocean when he was younger, he had never really appreciated the multitude of colors that ocean life displayed. The tall glass panels revealed an almost dervish […]