Bilbao - August 11

You can run but you can´t hide... last night when we went back to the Albergue we were literally funneled down into the church on the auspices of having our credentials (pilgrim passports) stamped - however, it was really just to get us to go to a service. The sneaky monkeys literally pushed us into the choir nave (?) to listen to gods word, but I refused and we ducked out. Now don´t get me wrong. I enjoy a good sermon in another language but neither J or I were ready to be bamboozled into sitting through one. Especially when there was beer and pinchos (little treats) to be had at the local tabernas.

We arrived in Bibao at about 1130 and were installed at a pension by 1:00 pm. Then it was off to the amazing Guggenheim for the afternoon. That Frank Gehry is an amazing man and there are some equally incredible works of art in the building - all rather mind blowing actually. Bilbao is a nice enough city but quite like many other European cities when you take away the Guggenheim, I think.

A highlight this evening was our prowl for dinner in the food district of the city. An interesting Chinese restaurant displayed a menu for our perusal no doubt translated from Chinese to Spanish and then Spanish to English. Jonathon´s favorite was ´Chicken wrap up with sesamo´ and I was caught between ´Squids bobbies´ and ´Pellets of fried greeness .´ Photgraphic proof to follow... Needless to say we did not dine there, but it provided much amusement for the course of the evening.