Landarte Zumaia

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 ...

... few pinchos and glasses of wine. It is the favorite pastime of Bilbaoans on a Friday night. In fact, it’s 10pm and they action is just starting….but we’re settling in for bed. We’ve just been blown away by the food this time around. In the past our gastronomic experience was less than stellar. I think we just hadn’t gone to the right places. The feature tonight was a duck ...

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 ...

... somewhere you want to stay. True is relatively near the tube into the city (a cab ride of about £5) but it's not worth it. We left and didn't pay for the night we stayed there (I'm not sorry).

We also came to the conclusion that we needed a car so hired one to drive us to San Seb. Spent a another day in Bilbao seeing the obvious Guggenheim.

Zumaia was wonderful. After we found a place to sleep that is. There are two hotels, a pension (small hostel) and an apartment. Everything was full, except the apartments, which could have easily slept 6 people. It had a full kitchen, and a washing machine! Totally sweet. Expensive, but totally sweet. So then we left the apartment and spent the day at the beach, which, like the rest of the Basque region ...

After I got the car picked up (4 door VW Golf Diesel) I picked up Tracey who was also in Madrid and we waited for Katharine and Garrett to get into Madrid from their train ride. We all loaded up and headed on our journey to the Basque Country. It took about two and half hours to drive to Pamplona where we saw where the bulls run. On the way out of Pamplona we saw a sign that said France 50km and decided what the hell, lets go to France ...

Postanowilam zalozyc sobie ten blog, zeby pisac tu co nas na drodze ciekawego spotyka. A dzieje sie wiele i jako ze nie mam waszych adresow mailowych, bede miala przynajmniej pewnosc, ze do niektorych to dociera. Postaram sie uzupelnic te czesc podrozy, ktora juz za nami i w miare regularnie tutaj zagladac. Dzis dotarlysmy do San Sebastian. Droga byla krotka ...

... the middle of town, busy little fishing port at the side, huge green lush headland with an awesome old castle full of underground tunnels and chambers to explore, lots of travellers, lots of glamours and gorgeous people, lots of musicians and interesting characters on the streets(a big brass band was playing just for the fun of it in the supermarket this morning!!), tapas bars full of incredible food, colourful grid of cobbled streets and a fantastic ...

... so far. It turns out he originally thought we were American, so when he finds out we´re Canadian his tone totally changes. He then starts telling us how we should always try to differentiate ourselves from Americans because we think differently than they do. How this guy thought he knew anything about North American relations was beyond us. For a while we were wondering if we would ever get our tickets. Eventually he gave us our tickets, so we thanked him for his ...