We are finding a few differences over the border. Fruit and veg is wayyyy cheaper, in fact most groceries are. And baby wipes; ultra handy in a campervan. But the location of waste disposal and water top up points for the campervan are top secret and few and far between (no tourist offices know and there aren’t many signs). And there’s the different language, not Spanish but Basque (Euskara). The bottled propane gas (for cooking and the water boiler) is also half the price.
But to get back to the fugitism. Unwittingly, for an hour and a half we were FUGITIVES in Spain. It was a little bit exciting on a very small criminal world scale. We left the campsite, near San Sebastian, all clean and fresh and rosy in jolly fashion and began our journey along the coast. Some time and kilometres later we realised that neither of us had in fact paid for the campsite. We decided to hand ourselves in to the nearest tourist office and explained our fugitive position in an incoherent mix of English, Spanish, Basque and French. Contact was made with those attempting to hunt us down and our visa number was handed over. All searches have been called off. For that. We can now sleep easy in our beds at night knowing that all paying nights – which so far is two – have been paid for.
Before San Sebastián we stopped in Rioja country and made ourselves go on a wine tour. The Bodega, Villa Lucia in Laguardia, turned out to be quite a posh one, and we learnt about grape type and the wine process but mainly about how much money there is to be made in Rioja. Which seems in stark contrast to the rest of the country’s economic crisis. Bodega Ysios is also in Laguardia, and was designed by a well known Spanish architect in the shape of waves, another show of glam.
Our day in San Sebastián was made all the nicer by Rohun (thank you x), an English teacher friend who now lives in San Sebastián. We had our first taste of pintxos (tapas) in the old quarter and had a look round what is quite a fancy looking town. Apparently it’s credited as being one of the nicest city beaches in Europe.
The Guggenheim museum in Bilbao is amazing. An incredible building inside and out. 10 million people have visited since it opened in 1997 and it has turned around the fortunes of the city.
The childrens’ audio guide is great.
We just wanted to end this post by sending all our love and thoughts to Debbie and Aunt Jeannette. And I hope, Uncle Johnny, you are somewhere reading this blog too. Katie says you are. xxxxxxxxxx