The journey to Bilbao was a little tricky. You first take a train to Hendaye, France (very close to the Spanish border) you then get off, walk outside the station to a small little station and take that 30mins to San Sebastian, Spain, then find the buses, that look like tour buses, to Bilbao. And the ride to Bilbao was just gorgeous. We were mostly in the valleys of these vast, luscious, green hills and mountains. Vineyards were stuck to the sides of mountains. This was just a hint of Spain; I'll have to go back.
I also discovered that between English, French, and the bit of Spanish floating around we were able to communicate. Although when we first showed up to the hotel and I had replied in French the hotel clerk said something in French, which in turn both of us just stared at him because we were confused. We had anticipated Spanish so the French was hard to swallow at the moment. None the less we just spoke to him in a mixture of french and english.
Our wonderful beds. I got three pillows! I was in heaven.
Our view from our room at night.
Really good salad, very much like ceviche, with smoked cod between the layered tomatoes
Very tasty dessert. the top was like a creme brulee with the crusty caramelized top. then there is a spungy layer and crust layer.
Just trying to get artsy...It's inviting, don't you think.
Once again a day time view from our room. Bonjour Bilbao!
Strange bridge. Bilbao was composed of a lot of different architecture, almost like a patch-work quilt.
Guggenheim museum!
Interesting sculpture outside the museum. There a handful.
Famous spider sculpture along with another strange bridge. The spider even had egg like things in the bottom, a bit creepy.
River that runs through Bilbao
Generally all the streets in the older part of Bilbao are like this. Houses piled upon houses
each with a small little balcony.
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