Hostal Ria de Bilbao
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... we happened upon an unexpected sight - a Triumph garage no less! It would be rude not to call in and so after a wait for them to reopen after lunch I, not knowing where to start on getting Tinkerbell fixed, ordered two expensive screws for the tail light and left it at that. The duct tape was holding everything together perfectly - why pull it all off now? On we ride along some brilliant twisty roads, sometimes stuck behind caravans, sometimes overtaken by cyclists, but ...
Bilbao is the capital of Basque Country, or in Spanish, País Vasco. There are actually four national languages in Spain. Gallego is spoken in NW Spain in a region called Galicia. Catalán, which is spoken in Cataluña with Barcelona as the capital. Castellano or Castilian, what we simply call Spanish is spoken throughout the country. And finally, Vasco or Basque, spoken in basque country.
When Francisco Franco was in power from 1939 until his death in 1975, he ...
... next to the museum. The flowers are watered by an elaborate
irrigation system on the inside of the structure. The Brant family, who are
family friends of ours in Greenwich, CT have their own "Puppy" by Jeff Koons on
their estate. I thought theirs was the only one! I didn't know about one in
Bilbao, but apparently Mr. Brant commissioned his after he saw the one in
I spent the next day in the seaside resort town of Biarritz, France with ...
I woke from the top bunk to the view of the Pyrenees mountains through the large classroom window. It was an incredible picturesque view that was surreal. By the time we were finished breakfast all other pilgrims had already left for the Camino or to get their own breakfast. We were grateful to be on the decline on the stoned path that led to the elevators. From there we headed through the village centre out of town past a marina and a short journey on blacktop. By 8:30 ...
... his window, Dan proclaimed, "I am from this town! This is my town!" And the guy's response--a blank stare with raised eyebrows--was priceless. So Dan backpedaled, explaining about his family history and asking if the man knew of any family who shared our last name, the name of the town. He gave us a vague response and kept on his way, but we didn't care. A bit farther down the road, he must have decided to take pity on us because he found us wandering around, approached us ...