Bilbao to Portugalete- Basque-ing in Spanish …
Bilbao came alive last night! Thousands packed the central park to support Spain in the World Cup Final against one of its former colonies ‘ Don’t cry for me Argentina’ that’s for sure. Everyone - well except for the small minority of brave Argentine expats and rogue bands Basque separatists - had an absolute ball, me included! Later in the local bar next to my hostel, I met a bunch of new best friends from all over the world - I faked it big time - about my appreciation of the nuances of red and yellow cards held aloft like performance scores in a Shakespearean tragedy where actors reel in agony at the mere prospect of being interfered with. Thankfully everyone went home, joyful. My day started much earlier - Departing Ireland and landing back in Spain. It felt good to be back in Iberia. Customs were friendly and the airport bus was free. Locals queued at liquor outlets for the night ahead. I went on a pre-game excursion in search of a wine bar. On the way I pas...