Bilbao, the alternative way, part 2
This is the continuation of the previous Bilbao-post, enjoy (and get some coffee while you’re at it)!
Ok, walking a bit further into San Francisco you notice more crooked buildings and every few meters people ask you if you want to buy drugs, but other than that I have not felt unsafe there.
Everywhere you look you see façades covered in colourful artwork and many small bars each decorated according to the country it represents. A bit further, in Calle Dos de Mayo, we stumbled upon Anti-Librería, an amazing bookshop filled with rare books on art, music, design, cinema and so on. Next to that, a second hand vintage shop, narrow and dark but with unique stuff piling out everywhere! I was lucky not to have a lot of money on me, because I’m sure I would’ve spent it all.
Belgium represented
Tiina and Sami returned home after that, while Mikel and I went to the supermarket to buy some food – he had planned on making tortilla de patatas himself – and we stacked up on Belgian beers. My treat, since Mikel took such good care of me!
Morten, the Danish Erasmus student that also studies at Mondragón University, was planning on passing by later and when he arrived, him, Mikel and me chatted into the night until 4 o’clock, accompanied by our cherished Belgian beers.
Stacking up Belgian beers, as a thank you to my host. ©Sajeh
Bilbao’s outskirts
Next day, Mikel, Beñat, Maialen and I took the metro to the suburbs of Bilbao. We walked around Getxo and Portugalete, having to cross the river on a platform that was held up by steel cables. It’s an area where – according to Mikel – not a lot of non-locals come, but I really liked it there. When you go towards the coast, you end up at a harbour (the biggest port of this region) and a small beach where we saw some sand sculptures.
Other than walking, eating some (good!) Chinese food and having a few coffees, we didn’t do much – it was a Sunday, go figure – but it was a very peaceful day and perfect to end a more than successful weekend. In the evening Morten and I took the bus back home. I’ll start reporting from there on in the next post, because this one is turning out to be the size of a novel and I should really stop typing.
A beach in Getxo, one of Bilbao
Good thing is, Mikel told me I could stay in Bilbao whenever I wanted, as long as he was at the apartment. A great offer and since I really enjoyed his company, I’ll probably take him up on that! I can’t thank him enough for what a wonderful weekend I’ve had!
That’s it for now (I’d be surprised if you haven’t fallen asleep already).
Gero arte!
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