Handing out pink toilet paper with forks and butter knives Sancho Rodriguez explains our upcoming schedule before stopping to check on the baking Dorado. Sancho is the son of wine makers on the Spanish side of the Basque coast. At thirty-nine his refined and rugged mug resembles my personal caricature of Don Quioxte and I often picture him with a coat of arms, conquistador hemet and curved sword even though he’s Basque and Basque and Spanish politics have long had an uneasy association. Sancho is a pro. He has lined up this trip and he’s the reason I am being paid to double dip on a documentary production and surf trip.