There are a lot of distractions in this little town. We’ve had a bonfire festival and a blues festival. Last weekend, there was a cider festival. It was happening right outside our flat, so there was no avoiding it… We paid our 5 euros to get a glass that got us one pintxo (either a bit of chorizo, or a slice of tortilla – Spanish omelette) and an unlimited amount of cider.
We tasted every one and went back to the first, which was the best.
It could have been lethal, but luckily Basque cider is only 6% and not as strong as some of the scrumpy cider I grew up with in the West Country of the UK.