The weather gods have been smiling down on us the last three weekends. Rain and cold will suddenly give way on Sundays to bright sun and relatively warm temperatures.
A coin flip decided this weekend's destination. Laura, Javier and I drove down the estuary of the Rio Nervion that runs through Bilbao till we got to the coast. It was winding highway through green hills along the shore till me got to the town of Bermeo. Small it is, and rich it must be, judging from the number of yachts docked in its harbour.
Bermeo's also in a part of the Basque country that's very heavily Basque-speaking. Bilbao is quite bilingual; you see signs and ads in both languages. But in Bermeo, street signs, posters and storefronts were all in Euskera. We saw so many Basque flags hanging from balconies over the narrow streets of the old town.
Down the coast from Bermeo is the village of Mundaka. Mundaka has a big surf scene, and hosts all kinds of championships and and competitions. The beach was pretty calm when we went through, though the town was packed and there was not a parking space to be had. We settled for a beer and some pintxos at a bar on on the road just outside of town, before heading home.
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