Ibérie

"Tuh bas nayk d'uhad su?" Sĭĭd' asked. 'Are we soon there?'
"Nayk," Kiguh answered her boyfriend. 'Soon'.
"Tuh wuu tuh d'uhu fuh." 'We are far from home.'
"Yee b'e tu," 'not so much'.
"Shuu yu nuug yu kee suh d'uhad," Sĭĭd' insisted, trying very hard to highlight his tiredness. 'It's the end of the world.'
"B'ĭ," Kiguh smiled. "Tu gij koov." 'No, not at all.' "Shuu yu pee d'uhad. Yu pee suh koov kiwta." 'It's the center. The center of all.'

Iberia seems to be out of the way. From the human berth, is east Africa, it's an end of the world: beyond the Giant Steps, a pass that was rarely crossed. From the continental European view, it's an end of the world: it's cut from the rest by the Pyrenea, it's so far away from Croatia or...

Well. Let's say, some people would disagree.

There's a reason Spanish has about 600 millions of speakers by the twenty-first.