Pinupe Lekeitio

... when we grow up, we want to be like that...!!) (ha, only kidding..)

Signing off for now, thank you for all of you who have taken the time to read our blog,,, hope you've enjoyed reading it as much as we enjoyed reflecting and writing it.

Ciao for now.. Til Bali.......

Annabelle & Lym

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.

Bilbao, the capital of Viscaya in the county, with the nice weather and climate that is milder than in most other parts of the peninsula, rarely falling below freezing in winter or rising above 35 degree C in summer.

One of the best features of this place is the collection of Museums that exhibit the artifacts that well ...

... wage is 18 dollars an hour. So crazy compared to our 7 dollar minimum. The guy who is an electrican says he makes 125,000 a year doing that. And they are traveling for months at a time. They cant believe we only have 3 weeks.

WHile here this guy told us that the beach we were at wasnt the surf beach, so we decided to go walk and find it. We round the corner and there is literally about 200 surfers within a half mile span of ocean. It was such an awesome view. A cove with all these ...

... only look good. After our first night, we realized they sit out on the bar all day, so who knows how long they sit there. I had a horrible stomac ache after our first night... no wonder. For our second tapas experience, we ordered off the menu and we had Kanguroo Tacos and Shark. It was absolutely delicious.

As for ...

It was our final day in San Sebastian. Tom spent it by going to Biarritz to get the rental car and then returning home to watch the kids while Everett, Julie, and Sue went out to an amazing Pinxos meal. After dumping the grey water and ...

... individuals and as a couple, and like every person that ever did live we continue to work through the wild twists and turns that life throws at us from time to time. We drive for two hours just past Bilbao and then through the mountains on windy roads for thirty minutes or so, straight in to the heart of Basque Country, a small town called Lekeitio. This place has ETA written all over it. Literally. Graffiti and signs everywhere of FREEDOM, LIBERATION, ETA, ... posters of ETA ...

... and and fabulous spanish rythems. She lives with her boyfriend and young daughter and is probably happy that we don´t spend much time there. We wake and I hobble myself to the beach to gaze over the waves and beautiful topless women. I bought a set of sandals to help my poor blister covered feet and we go to bars in the old town where the smell of cooking chorizo and hash waft lazily ...

... Then we saw some neat buildings and headed to the wind combs. The 'blow holes', as we came to call them, were really funny. The tide would force air through these holes in the overhanging walkway and anyone standing over it would get a huge gust of air up their legs, pants, skirts, etc. It was quite the entertainment for about 20 minutes. Then back to the bus and on to Bilbao for the night. It was just getting dark when rolled into our hotel ...

... London going to La Tomatina so ended up tagging along with them (they all pronounced tomato as "to-mah-to"). The train to Buñol was packed full of tourists. We arrived and followed the horde into town, left our stuff at a baggage check place then chilled out with some sangria before the insanity began (though in truth it had already started). The town center was packed full of people and you had to push your way through to get around ...