I pass by yellow, and grand sunflowers.   They’re bright as they can be!  The next thing I notice is that I pass by magnificent green grassy hills.  What I’m looking out the window looks nothing like the southeast of United States, especially the fact that the buildings are made of stones and they’re very old looking.  I’m on the train heading to the region where I’ve always called it my second home – the Basque region.  After four visits to the Basque region in the past four years by myself, I’m finally bringing my family to show them one of the most beautiful areas of the world that I have visited so far in my life.