Honeymoon part VIII - Bilbao — Bilbao, Spain
Our fascination about the Basque country was hingeing on the mistery around its language and culture and where they derives from.
Not that we delved too much into it we are no richer of information about it than we ever were
but it has been super interesting to hear the language being spoken and tried to describe it.
It sounds like a broken spanish spoken by an Hungarian immigrant with russian mother and portuguese father, who has been living in Wales for the past 30 years.
To simplify it, we came to the conclusion that Basque language is to Spanish what Welsh is to English.
And maybe with that in mind I couldn't help feeling like I was in Wales, especially when we ventured out in a fishing village called Elantxobe. The tin coloured sky, the loud quietness of the atmosphere, the in-bred looking characters we encountered...
And waht a surpise it was to see for the first time the Basque flag, a curious version of the Union Jack with the Italian colours.It made me feel welcome!
The highlight of our Basque experience was of course its capital Bilbao. Bilbao for us translated in The Guggenheim Museum as it is really where we spent most of the time.
We parked the Passion Wagon right outside it and there we spent the weekend. It was a magical experience. The building is a fantastic work of art which like a russian doll, contained more art and us, two little wondering souls soaking up the kind of culture and art we don't have access to in Ecuador.
See this interesting video of how the bus turns around in Elantxobe:
http://youtu.be/kojZdNrB_RA
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