A train to Bayonne and a FLIX bus took us into Bilbao Spain. Last time I was here I flew in from Madrid and the turbulence was one of my worst flights EVER. Even the lil lady next to me grabbed my hand with her rosary in the other and said “oh diosa” often, and there were lots of screams of “MUERTA” (and I knew that translation) as we violently rocked back and forth until we finally slammed to the ground. We were the last flight that made it before all others were cancelled.
So yesterday’s wild ride down the mountains on our FLIX bus, while curvy (throw you in the aisle) around the sharp turns didn’t compare.
Happy to be in Spain, our 9th country. We’re going to be Spanish tourist tomorrow after a good night sleep.
Jeff couldn’t fit his new favorite car in his bag so the lil Ami Citron will have to stay behind.
Merci France for a lovely time.
