I have a soft spot in my brain for Cervantes’ ‘Don Quixote.’ I went to Spain with my father when I was twelve, and moved there at the age of twenty-three (that’s where Kumiko and I met, in fact), so seeing the hills and paths Don Q and Sancho would have wandered made an impression on me. Perhaps, like the books hero, I’ve read one too many books about knights and their adventures.
Nowadays, though, Don Quixote would be outnumbered. The number of windmills (actually ‘wind turbines’) that dot the landscape now is astounding. Also, their size – about as big as your average major league baseball field – would surely be intimidating, even for La Mancha’s best-known knight errant.