Hotel Aldori Landetxea
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... and a chocolate and apple crepe for 6 euros. We then went to the Guggenheim Museum which is supposedly a famous museum? I don't know but it was very neat. My favorite exhibit I managed to get a picture of because you weren't allowed to take photos. It was these column of words going up and down and overlapping with a blue light blinking behind it that was supposed to represent a mind and thoughts. The phrases were things like "my mother knows" and "I can smell you on me" and "I ...
... and so came to discover that it worked like this: a dead goose was greased up with olive oil on its neck, then hung upside down over a river. Whomsoever could hang onto this goose neck for the longest while it was raised above then quickly dipped below the river would be the winner. Nothing much happened while I was there but later I saw on the television that the winner had been dipped in at least 5 times before he gave up the goose (is that where this saying came ...
... out of his skin. Bryan is actually really down to earth and a lot smarter than we'd think. He's into history which I love because I love history too. We walked back up and showered then went back to the TP, only to find Will completely ****** up and barely standing. Me, Bryan, Tayler and Jy went to teh restaurant to eat (i got a burger) and then me and bryan went back to the TP to nap. After an hour and a half tayler woke us up and we rallied to go to the world cup. ...
... class gathered in a church around all these gangs and dodgy men, yet these elderly people seemed to not take any notice of their surroundings, I found that quite amusing, again this town had police in every corner, so I felt pretty safe. After a few hours of walking endlessly, I found river Nervión, which was my clue as to where I was, finally I arrived at my hostel with several blisters, with much hunger and feeling as if I run a marathon.
When arriving at ...
... beautiful, dangerous mountains.
When flying into Madrid and looking out over Spain, I thought it seemed like there were many small towns separated by large distances of curving highway. I thought it may only appear that way because of the height I was at in the plane, but I found on the bus that this was exactly the case. Small towns were packed tightly together, and then there would be several miles without anything – no factories, no farms, just land.