Just back from a fantastic evening with Naroa and her girlfriends. I don't think I've ever met a nicer or cooler bunch of ladies in my life. I fell in love with all of them. They genuinely made me feel like an old friend, part of their family, and I find myself humbled by their openness and readiness to befriend a stranger, especially one as different from them as I am. Here's a photo of Naroa and Fanny, who is actually French. After a visit to Bilbao, she liked it so much that she relocated here. She's been here for three years now and is on her way to becoming an honorary Basque.
You can indulge in a plateful of luscious pintxos along with a glass of excellent vino tinto house wine in most of the places we stopped at for just a few euros. It has been said that "an army travels on its stomach", meaning that without food you really cannot fight, or even have an army. I also travel with food in mind. Naroa tells me it's good that I like to eat because this is the traditional Basque way to meet with friends and hang out. Enjoying a variety of excellent pintxos and red wine, having good conversations with your best friends and companions on a Friday night. Yep, that sounds like a helluva good way to live.
Above is a photo I took in the cafe where we had the Foie con manzana. That's Naroa, Olaia, Marta (Naroa's flatmate) and Ainara. These are the fantastic ladies with whom I was lucky enough to spend the evening. This old guy feels a bit like he's died and gone to heaven.
Christmas is just around the corner and Bilbao, like cities and towns everywhere I've been so far, is getting all trimmed and decorated for the occasion.
Today we will drive to the coast to visit San Sebastian and see some of the Basque countryside.