This was the right road, solid and smooth, rippling with photogenic reflections, with perfectly cylindrical trees on both sides, lush green grass, sunshine, cows in meadows, worm-eaten fences, flowering hedgerows, orchards with apples on the trees, little mounds of autumn leaves and scattered drifts of snow here and there to prevent the landscape from becoming monotonous. There were palm-trees, mimosa and Northern pines in the garden of the hotel, and a red-headed, tousle-headed boy chasing two sheep and a drunken dog.
Kaminu ona zen, leuna, tornasolatua, islada fotogenikoekin, bi aldetan ondo lerrotutako arbola biribilekin, belar hezea, eguzkia, behiak larrean, pipiak jotako hesiak, sagarrak sagarrondotan eta orbel pilak, elurrarekin noizik eta behin paisaia aldatzeko, palmerak, mimosak eta Ifarreko pinuak hoteleko lorategian, eta bi ardi eta zakur mozkor bat zeramatzan mutil burugorri eta narratz bat.