sangria, ¿para llevar? (san sebastian 3)

day three of our trip to basque country started out pretty much the same way as all the other days did, with a walking tour. this time we went to gernika. and again, i had no idea what our guide was saying (i had given up on trying to listen, and just took a million pictures instead). but we did see a pretty park, and some beautiful churches, and some amazing public art.

we then moved on to bilbao, with some random stops on the side of the highway to see the surfing sights, a church, and so on.

and finally bilbao. we had a nother walking tour. some highlights:

when we were stopped in front of a cathedral "listening" to the guide, this little boy comes walking downt the street driving a remote control car and manages to maneuver it through our group, and in between our legs. i was in love, and kind of wish i was 5 years old.


we walked by jesus opticals, as well as a store that was selling towels, blankets, and bed games. haha, i love spanish signs.

we had free time for lunch and exploring during siesta time (way to plan out the day guys), so a few of us headed to the middle of the city for some bocadillos. we found a little diner looking place with bocadillos, and suddenly it occured...sangria is exactly what this day needs. so emily, the goddess that she is, orders her sandwich and asks the man behind the counter, "es posible para tener sangria para llevar?" (is it possible to have some sangria to go?). he gave us some strange looks, but made it for us anyway in cardboard coca cola cups. we ate in the plaza in the sun, and took naps in the sun. sangria, bocadillos, siesta. we are so spanish. (imagine me sleeping in between emily and jeanna...i only woke up to take the picture)

we ended the day at the guggenheim. they were preparing for a big anniversary celebration exhibition, so only the permanent collection was open to the public, but that was enough considering the amount of time we had. our guide finally spoke in english for this tour, and suddenly he was interesting, and funny, and intriguing. we were all amazed at how much we liked him in english. i was blown away by the museum, and gained some faith in art again. when we had free time at the end, tessa, emily, jeanna and i decided that we needed to walk through each and every Serra sculpture. if i had that kind of money i would DEFINETLY be making huge sculptures that people can walk through and into and mess with their perspective. except you could touch my sculptures, without the museum security guards freaking out. (we touched them anyway secretly, the threat of camera security didn't scare us)

so we get to the airport, and our plane is delayed. we board (on the plane there is basically just our group and maybe 5 other people), sit, sit, sit, sit...and we have no idea why it is taking so long. suddenly, on come this large group of men dressed in suits. and all the spaniards get so excited. and they clap. and the pilot makes an announcement. and us americans still dont know what is going on...until we see the crests on their suits. it is the entire espanyol futbol team. coaches, media crew, players, everyone, on our flight back to barcelona.
suddenly we were not so tired anymore. i tried to get a picture on the sly, but felt kind of sketchy and stopped (this was the best i could do). i would have asked for some autographs, but considering my luck, and the fact that i dont know who is who on the team, i probably would have asked the 4th string player that everyone makes fun of. so i decided against it and stayed in my seat hoping one would come sit by me. no such luck. they all just sat and played video games while the stewardess gave them free water (and ignored the rest of us).

and following the worst turbulence i have ever experienced (in which the pilot came over the intercom clearly freaked out, shaky voice and everything), we arrived home safe and sound.