Hotel Arresi Arminza

Our final day, and from Madrid it was off to Bilbao and the Guggenheim, followed by a night encamped at the ferry port.... Lym was STILL cooking, folks, even sat on the concrete of the ferry port... as our posh caravan neighbours came out in the morning to wish us good morning, shaking out their table cloth ...

Having disembarked the Pride of Bilbao, following our two day mini-cruise (the highlights of which were DVD horse races, bingo, Geordies on the lash and two memorable dining experiences at Langans Brasserie), we faced the delights of industrial Bilbao, which proved to be a fitting introduction to North Spain. Undaunted we headed to ...

... distance I can make out the Pyrenees. And just on the other side, we’ll be coming in to Bilbao. Not sure if preparing myself mentally and moving my watch to Spain-time did it, but I’m feeling quite refreshed right now despite the fact that I didn’t sleep much on the flight over the ocean. The cabin is being prepped for landing so I’m quitting now, but I’ll pick up once we ...

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.

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.

... for thousands of year the history of the City and Spain As a whole.

Guggenheim Museum
Museo de Bellas Artes
Basque Museum
La Ría Maritime Museum
Museo Taurino (Bullfighting Museum)
Museo Diocesano de Arte Sacro (Museum of Sacred Art)
Museo de Reproducciones Artísticas (Museum of Artistic Reproductions ...

Urghh long, long bus journey from Valencia. Sleeping tablets helped, but what didn't were the rude Spanish couple behind us who persisted on banging on the back of our seats all journey. They seemed angry that we were using the recline function which we had paid, and were entitled to use...

Anyway, arrive at about 8 or something where we got ...

... Forest (English!). Its a twenty minute drive from Lekeitio to the parking area, and then a 2.8km hike to the artwork. Inigo tells us its a thirty minute 'walk' and asks if thats ok. "Um... yeah, that should be ok," I say. I might need your help carrying the kids on the way back. Thats a pretty long walk for them." And then, we find that the 'walk' looks more like a hike up a very very steep mountain. Inigo assures us, "Don't worry. Its hard now, but its easy up ahead." (I ...

... hills and mountains as far as you can see in every direction, except north, where all you see is the Bay of Biscay disappearing into the horizon. The landscape is not the only unique characteristic of San Sebastian and el País Basco. Similar to Barcelona and its state of Cataluña, San Sebastian and El País Basco has their own language that is spoken among the locals. Unlike Catalán which resembles a mix of Italian, French and Spanish, the language spoken in the ...

... San Sebastian! Damn Spain" gradually Ali accepted the situation, but not before walking up and down the street a few times, just to check. So eventually we find tow joint place and hdspa fh+ahfwqpcvasjkç jhf avhf i cnwicufhdjashf ashfjkçafhas +avfhidsacfd+aifu aiºfcfu+apucf+wfuw+apfuadw +fu v+ap fnu+a nucf+aucf fgu cai+cfuanyuai+cygaifgafucapufa oigucapgyagdi a +9ds9f cnpasd+pcocu afua+p ncfuna+p ********Encrypted - see disclaimer*********** Car ...

... on through Bayonne, narrowly missing Biarritz, and found ourselves suddenly in Spain. There were no border posts or even "You are now entering Spain" signs and only the abrupt appearance of shop signs in Spanish alerted us to the fact that we had left France. The countryside after Bordeaux had been bland and uninspiring and was replaced altogether by endless suburbia once we crossed the invisible border. San Sebastian was fairly large but ...