I need to be outside walking but my mind is filled with the winds of Spain’s Basque Country. It’s already been a fortnight since I said goodbye to the sad rain pouring tears onto the airport tarmac.
Following a visit of just four days, I wasn’t sure what to make of this corner of northern Spain. Bilbao had ranked on my bucket list for quite some time, and finally I had had the opportunity to explore the city. It is a beautiful place alongside a river that seems to flow with invention and creativity. From Frank Gehry’s architectural wonder that is the Gugenheim museum, to the street murals and sculptures that line the bike paths and walkways heading from the north-ish part of town south toward the old city centre. The big blessing is that the city is very walkable. It only took us 30 minutes on foot, after arriving at our accidental bus stop on one of the main thoroughfares, to get to our hotel. And some of the first sights you see are Bilbao’s bridges: interesting feats of modern architecture.
As we moved into the city’s old town, we immediately saw one of the things about Spain that I find most endearing: mixtures of people young and old, parents bringing their children home from school, grandparents playing with their kids in the park, or elderly people sharing the news of their day, surrounded by business people heading off to their next meeting. In Spain, everyone is out and about and truly living in the cities or towns they call home.
And the centre of the old town is a respectful mix of architecture old and new, bespeckled with tapas bars and restaurants so you can try at anytime any day the local pinxtos which defy the imagination. Whether it’s a tortilla (omelette) with cod and potatoes, or a stuffed pepper or grilled flank steak or pork loin, each dish is better than the one before and you never want the courses to stop coming. Even the French toast-ish dessert with a caramel cream sauce and mango ice cream felt like it should not be the end of this amazing culinary excursion.
Wandering through the old town you pass quaint little shops, mostly filled with local foods or clothing sundries; here and there a small grocery store. And on every block cute little cafés where you would sit on little stools huddled around wooden blocks and scarf down delicious cakes and rich dark coffee. Coffee so intense and aromatic, you knew you were drinking it the way it was meant to be served. Even my favourite pasteles de Belém (the custard cakes I love from Portugal) had managed to sneak their way into the local bakeries.
One morning we took time to meander through the local fish market and check out all the seafood specialities that had been brought in for daily sale. Whether it was octopus or squid, or the freshest of fish, you knew these products would soon find their way to your table in a restaurant and be prepared with the utmost care.
My main impression (or memory) of Bilbao is one of caring and comfort. From the history that surrounds you in the churches, old residential buildings and stone bridges to the welcomes that you get in cafés and restaurants, you feel that it is fine (or OK) for you to be there. There’s a small gratitude for your visit. One of my favourite afternoons was spent in the corner of a pub (the crowd predominantly local) that we ducked into to escape some torrential rain. The barman quickly found us a table in the corner where we could quietly enjoy a late lunch. But my favourite part of that experience was watching the local residents who had decided to begin their weekend early. They boisterously caught up on the news of their weeks while here and their letting out cheers and jeers depending on which team had made the last goal in the football (soccer) game being broadcast on the wide screen TV by the bar.
Bilbao felt welcoming, calm and safe. And also happy to see us. It is a bustling city nestled in a valley between the foothills of (or near) the Pyrenees. A place where you could go back time and again and discover things you hadn’t seen before. And the residents would be glad you returned for another bite to eat, another bit of history, or just to spend a little more time in their serene corner of the world.
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