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Portugalete to Castro Urdiales - Rapture, rigours and relaxation Jo

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‘The sun also rises’ - Hemingway’s main character in this book, Jake Barnes put it so well: ‘You can’t get away from yourself by moving from one place to another.’ This walk proved it. It had everything, and at the end, I was still beside myself - relieved, somewhat exhausted, satisfied and even joyful. The path from Portugalete was paved with tar and cement, freeway vistas and to my bewilderment, a tribute to cyclists. [apologies- I am having internet issues- I will be putting more commentary with the photos tomorrow 😉] Which way to go? Easy choice And it passed by Mo’s Tavern  bleak is back Not long now- or so I thought  I was closing in! Except there was not alberghe - with cabins, restaurant and pool- just this block of flats  Time for a break. I decided to stay another night  The sunrise  was magical - so were the ancient buildings in the old city- safe harbour since Roman times   With quayside bars And relaxing beaches  I had several swims today...

Bilbao to Portugalete- Basque-ing in Spanish …

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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...