Bilbao, Spain is now known for one thing, and one thing only. That may not be fair to this city, but it’s true. The Guggenheim Museum, designed by Frank Gehry, changed this port city.
It was a misty day today, but the museum put on a show anyway. The building bends and flows rather like the river next to it.
The architecture here is the star. The modern art inside it is, well, modern art. It ranged from interesting to heavens, no.
The highway between San Sebastian and Bilbao reveals why the Basque don’t feel terribly connected to Spain. The mountains and hills kept the Basque people to themselves for a very long time. They have their own language, their own traditions, and their own food. Many signs are in four languages — Basque, Spanish, French, and English. There are more Basque flags on display than Spanish flags. Many Catalonian flags are also being flown in solidarity, as Catalonia prepares to announce its independence from Spain on Monday. The Basque region may eventually follow Catalonia’s lead.
We’re back in San Sebastian for the night and decided to try pintxo spots on our own. The displays of offerings range from a dozen types in small bars to several dozen in larger establishments. The locals know the specialties of each place. That seems like a fun hobby. We wandered around for several hours.
We watched the sunset over the Bay of Biscay and were serenaded with “I Wish You Love” played on the saw. Yep. The saw. It was perfect in an odd way.
We sat for a bit as it turned dark and watched the families play together in a square in one of the neighborhoods. San Sebastian has won us over with its very warm and friendly people, the beauty of the architecture, the river, the sea, and the food. This place is a winner!