Much like Valencia (the previous program-organized trip destination), Bilbao remains a bit of a mystery to me. It was at least a seven-hour bus ride each way, and a lot of our time was spent traveling on that bus to random towns on the outskirts of Bilbao proper, with little time in the city itself. That said, I got to eat pintxos and hear Euskara (the Basque language that sounds like no other Indo-European tongue), the clear keys to a País Vasco cultural experience.
A "crew" boat.
The views of the coast were worth the nauseating bus ride through the mountains. These photos were taken through the window of a bus -- just imagine how beautiful it really is.
Our scheduled "tour of a nuclear power plant" turned out to be a casual drive-by -- here it is, from hundreds of yards away, through the bus window:
Johnathan posed with this cereal box in every photo.
Euskara!
The Guggenheim:
Our program didn't pay for us to enter the museum (although the exterior is clearly the real incentive to visit), but they did pay for us to go to a random town...
... and take an elaborate tour of the vineyard there ...
... that ended in a wine tasting. Typical CASB! Es lo que hay, right?
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