Walking along the cliffs and the coast brings back our love of hiking, of meeting new friends, of traveling the way of St James.
We have a rocky start on our way to Bilbao and the day gets tougher still, but as we continue west our approach to a place I’ve been dreaming of gets us back on track as pilgrims traveling by the sea, adventuresome in spirit.
Heading north for some Basque beach time prompts a change in plans. Sometimes a step backwards in a step forwards.
We continue eating all that Spain has to offer, tire of cathedrals, and take in a little casual Iberian peninsula paleoarcheology.
The story of the hanged innocent means you get a chicken coop in a church. Miracles in action.
A fountain of wine and a fancy dinner of pinchos can really boost your mood when morale is down.