:02:02
You made it.
:02:04
Once again you see
the hill of Biriatou.
:02:07
Once again you have that stale,
anxious taste of crossing the border.
:02:11
You drove all night.
:02:13
Your mouth is dry from too little sleep
and too much tobacco.
:02:17
Once again you cross this border
in the shimmering early-morning light.
:02:23
The sun rises behind you
over the Elizondo peaks.
:02:27
Once again, you'll make it over.
:02:41
It's all right.
You'll make your train.
:03:07
All night I was afraid
we might break down.
:03:09
But there was no reason.
I had the car checked.
:03:12
An obsession.
You know how it is.
:03:14
At night, the stretch
between Burgos and Miranda...
:03:18
miles of desert around us--
:03:21
No offense, but service stations in
your country leave a lot to be desired.
:03:25
I didn't dare push the car too hard.
I was afraid.
:03:30
If it weren't for you,
I would have played tourist today.
:03:32
A good meal
in a seafood restaurant.
:03:35
Crabe in a hot sauce
with a nice white wine.
:03:38
Or roast pig at Bottine's,
behind the Plaza Mayor.
:03:41
And in the afternoon,
a bullfight, of course.
:03:44
I generally don't get the time
to see the towns I go to.
:03:47
Believe it or not, I haven't even
set foot yet in the Prado in Madrid!
:03:51
I can tell you now...
:03:53
last night when you said
we had to rush back, I was furious.
:03:57
That wasn't hard to see.
:03:59
We usually spend the night talking, but
last night you acted like I didn't exist.