UH-double T
in Euskadi.
words of a long-lost language
(once mastered)
float back to me.

a mystery:
why lingual mobility
(unlike riding bikes,
and frozen peas)
cannot be banked, until next need.

more fool me.
yet castilian, rusty
a better passport
to this country –
in northern splendour.

so here’s a recipe.
mix beginner’s Spanish
and beginner’s pintxos;
add a best friend or lover
wash down with rioja.