{"id":4038,"date":"2020-11-11T15:00:52","date_gmt":"2020-11-11T15:00:52","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/buber.net\/Basque\/?p=4038"},"modified":"2020-11-18T14:48:49","modified_gmt":"2020-11-18T14:48:49","slug":"bubers-basque-story-part-26-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/buber.net\/Basque\/2020\/11\/11\/bubers-basque-story-part-26-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Buber’s Basque Story: Part 27"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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It was late at night. Kepa and Maite sat together on a bench in the town\u2019s plaza. Koldo, Itxaso, Xanti, and Ainhoa had pulled up chairs from the tables at the Herriko Taberna. Kepa took a sip of his kalimotxo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhen do you leave for the States?\u201d asked Itxaso. While Kepa and Maite saw Koldo all the time, they hadn\u2019t seen his sister or her boyfriend since the concert. Itxaso seemed even more excited about their upcoming trip than they were. \u201cIt must be so exciting! I\u2019ve never been outside of the Basque Country. Ok, I guess I\u2019ve been to other parts of Spain. And there was that one trip to Paris. But still, America? It sounds so big! What are you going to do? Do you have everything planned?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kepa chuckled. \u201cHold on there! One question at a time.\u201d He held up his glass. \u201cI\u2019ve had a little too much to keep track of all of your questions. We leave next weekend. We\u2019re going to New York, where Maite has a distant cousin. And then to California. After Maite\u2019s interview, we\u2019ll be seeing my cousin and then driving south. We haven\u2019t figured out everything yet, but we for sure want to see the Grand Canyon and Hollywood.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Itxaso sighed. \u201cHollywood.\u201d She looked at Xanti. \u201cWe have to go!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Buber’s Basque Story is a weekly serial. While it is a work of fiction, it has elements from both my own experiences and stories I’ve heard from various people. The characters, while in some cases inspired by real people, aren’t directly modeled on anyone in particular. I expect there will be inconsistencies and factual errors. I don’t know where it is going, and I’ll probably forget where it’s been. Why am I doing this? To give me an excuse and a deadline for some creative writing and because I thought people might enjoy it. Gozatu!<\/p><\/blockquote><\/div>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d replied Xanti, a look of horror crossing his face. \u201cThere\u2019s no way I can arrange time off by next week.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Itxaso gave him a playful punch in the arm. \u201cNot now, txoriburu,\u201d she teased. \u201cBut soon! I bet there are movie stars everywhere. Wouldn\u2019t it be cool to see Hugh Jackman? Or Nicole Kidman?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ainhoa let out a small cough. \u201cYou do know that both of them are Australian, right? They probably don\u2019t even live in the United States.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Itxaso simply shrugged. \u201cWhatever. I\u2019m sure there is someone worth seeing.\u201d She turned back to Kepa and Maite. \u201cYou\u2019ll tell me everyone you saw when you get back, right?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNoski,\u201d replied Maite. \u201cOf course. I can\u2019t imagine a better use of our time.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAnyways,\u201d interrupted Koldo, changing the subject as he raised his glass. \u201cGood luck with the interview, Maite. I\u2019m sure you\u2019ll make us proud.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The others also raised their glasses, clinking them together before each taking a sip. \u201cEskerrik asko, Koldo.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSorry to be the killjoy,\u201d said Xanti as he stood, \u201cbut I\u2019ve got to work tomorrow. I\u2019m going to head home and get some sleep.\u201d He gave Itxaso a kiss on the cheek. \u201cSee you tomorrow evening?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cBai,\u201d she said, her smile beaming.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHave fun,\u201d said Xanti to Kepa and Maite, waving as he walked away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI have to go to,\u201d said Koldo. \u201cSorry to bail on you guys, but I\u2019ve got to make some calls to arrange our next gig, check out spaces, all of that.\u201d He looked at Itxaso. \u201cYou ready?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She nodded as she took a last sip from her glass and put it on a nearby table. \u201cLet me know when you\u2019re back,\u201d she said to Kepa and Maite. \u201cI want to know everything!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kepa laughed as Itxaso and Koldo headed up the road to where Koldo\u2019s car was parked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ainhoa also stood. \u201cIt was good getting to know you guys a little better,\u201d she said. \u201cSee you when you get back.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAinhoa, itxaron mesedez,\u201d said Maite, reaching out to grab Ainhoa\u2019s hand. \u201cPlease wait. Can we talk a moment?\u201d <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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