Embarcadero Bilbao

... our first surfing destination to dip a toe or two into a deserted Atlantic which Lym thoroughly enjoyed, however which led Annabelle to looking like an extra from a B-grade vampire movie; this following her surfboard and her face becoming rather intimate. Enough for one day, onward to our campsite at historic Santillana del Mar.<br>

... over the northern Atlantic somewhere). The flight was pretty short&#8212;about 7 ½ hrs. We arrived in Munich where it was about 32 degrees. They&#8217;re expecting snow later today! We had two hours before our connecting flight. Just enough time to whuff down some coffee and a croissant. We skirted the Alps on our way westward. The morning sun bathed those magnificent mountains with a golden hue. Now, in ...

We drove from Madrid, got a bit lost trying to find Lurdea. We thought it is a name of a village but it is not it is just the name of the Hotel/Casa Rural.<br><br>The place is amazing. Located in the hills above Bermeo, with magnificent view of the ocean. It is clean (like really clean) and has the air of a relaxing boutique hotel.<br>

... for thousands of year the history of the City and Spain As a whole. <br><br>Guggenheim Museum<br>Museo de Bellas Artes<br>Basque Museum<br>La Ría Maritime Museum<br>Museo Taurino (Bullfighting Museum)<br>Museo Diocesano de Arte Sacro (Museum of Sacred Art)<br>Museo de Reproducciones Artísticas (Museum of Artistic Reproductions ...

We left the Arcachon Bay, France last night on a dinner cruise and arrived in Bilbao early this morning. It has been looking like rain all morning so everyone was a little slow to get up and get going.<br><br>Grandma<br>My grandmother came aboard this afternoon. She's always wanted to visit this part of Spain so she flew over several days ago and has been visiting a few of the cities not on the yachts itinerary. She spent the night in Bilbao, and this morning the crew picked ...

... the tube to head to camping Soplena. After the blow out in Ibiza we thought we'd keep it cheap and camp. The plan was to spend a few days here, then head to San Sebastien and then into France.<br><br>Camping Sopelana - DONT STAY HERE! Although the beach it is is AMAZING and beautiful, the campsite here is not. It's dirty, dirty, dirty and really ...

From Barcelona we headed up into the Basque country. We had hoped to catch up with a lovely Spanish couple we had met in Peru who lived in Bilbao but they were away for the weekend. The predominant image of the region is lush green hills, not something we were expecting to see in Spain. The new language on the street signs was unpronounceable filled with 'x' and 'z' strings. Basque is amazingly completely ...

... but I definately can´t speak Basque. There are a billion z´s and x´s per sentence and its beginning to make reading anything difficult. I just spent a week remembering French and now I can´t stop saying pardon and merci. Now in Spain I am completely lost once again. ps...Bilbao is TINY. I just walked from one end of the city to the other in 25 minutes...

... the post in the first half and missed a penalty in the second. Raul Tamudo blasted it over the ball, not dissimilar to Waddle's infamous miss in Italia '90. The amount of whistling made when the penalty was taken made it unsurprising that he missed. Athletic had a goal dissallowed late in the game but in the end it did not matter.

... hero of old Spain. Its beauty is breahtaking, and almost too much to convey. Here´s a link if you´re interested: (http://www.catedraldeburgos.es/) We spent the night in a hotel on the outskirts of the city, and interestingly I got caught up with some of the younger guys who went outside to the playground... I don´t remember the last time I had been on a swing, but it was fun and the wind was cool ...