Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Bilbao, Birthdays, and Last Meals
So after my 24 hours + of birthday, celebrated with a considerable amount of beer, cider, and other things liquid and intoxicating, we took the morning bus to Bilboa, a city that reminded me in so many ways of Seattle, if Seattle was 1000 years old or so. Both are rainy, grey, surrounded by mountians, formerly industrial and reinvented as centers of cuisine and cutting edge culture. Both have a collection of strange architecture, an old town dominated by punk shops, head shops, hippy shops, and fliers plastered damn near everywhere. Both have thier own independence movements.
I loved it.
and the pintxos!!!! the food people! grrrrraaawwwrrrrrrrrrr......
Sorry, bit of a foodgasm there...
This morning I went out with Iñaki and bought a steak the size of my head, along with good cider and other ingrediants for my last home-cooked meal in Spain. Seriously you should see this thing. bigger than my head...I'll take pictures.
I've loved Spain, for the most part. It took some getting used to though. A few things that stuck with me, in no particular order:
In the US, walking down a dark narrow alley is a good way to get mugged. In Spain, its where you find all the best food.
WTF is up with the Spanish mullets!?!!?! Especially the ones that consist of a couple of waistlong nappy dreads?!?!?! I mean ¿Pór fucking qué?
As soon as you leave the coast, finding someone who speaks English is friggin' golden.
In Iceland, the vast majority of the graffiti is some spoiled teenager tagging to feel like their pathetic lives mean something. In Spain, the graffiti really does mean something, a kind of social code crying out for revolution or evolution or just joyous absurdity. Icelandic yuppy spawn needs to learn!
Any place where you can buy a litre of cold beer at a candy store is alright in my book!
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Ah, happy thingy to you! You must be ancient by now, unless the same rules apply to birthdays as cheating, dieting and such; if it happens in another country, it doesn't count.
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