Apparently, neither my pitiable Spanish nor my fairly fluent English was good enough to clearly communicate among the Basque people. Although most signs weren’t in Spanish, some were in English, and I felt like I was in some other country besides Spain. First day I rushed to Guggenheim (since most museums are closed on Monday). Throughout Bilbao, there was a mix of very new and modern with beautiful old.
I walked everywhere and through neighborhoods that rapidly changed in character (I didn’t take pictures of some of the sketchy ones).
As I’ve come to expect, the weather while I was in Bilbao was very nice, but everyone was dressed for winter. Lots of dogs (real ones) and kids on street.
Yesterday, while wandering Casco Viejo (old town), I stopped for pinxtos (Basque for tapas), and then continued to wander back to the hotel. Lots of shops with expensive things, and everyone within 10 blocks or so of my hotel looked very prosperous.
I Want To Come Back Soon To Spain, but in the meantime, I’ll make you look at ALL of my pictures when I see you!
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