We are walking across town, Buckley in her Basque peasant clothes and me in head-to-toe Lululemon.  Two men walk past us, and apparently they were staring at me.

"Why were those men looking at you, mommy?"

—"Probably because you look so Basque and I look so American, like, let's go for a run and do some yoga and get some iced coffee at Starbucks."

"Yeah, and I'm like joazen tabernara txorizu jateko."*

*Basque for "let's go to the tavern and eat some chorizo".