Friday, March 18, 2011
The Edge of Iberia
These are some pictures. I would add more but there are people waiting patiently at the hostel. The last few days riding from León have been crazy, the type of crazy where you can't look before you leap because you can't see anything, where the wind is behind you climbing one pass in the Cantabrian rain then inexplicably in your face, but you're going the same direction! The type of crazy where the only thing crazier than anything else is you, as you look behind you at the trucks and wait until they pass you, then scream at them, as if you're surprising them. The kind of crazy where when the sun finally comes out you scream at its wafery appearance, because it's shining right at you and you can't see!
It's been a fine time acclimating back to sea level. We're in Bilbao, taking a rest day, setting out for Saint Seabass (San Sebastian in Spanish, Donostia in Basque) tommorrow, then taking another rest day because we've heard that this city is the most beautiful city in the world. Then we leave this peninsula for a hexagon more familiar, la France. We will eat well, we will eat duck. With beans.
I saw so many eagles in the mountains crossing from León to here. I saw a fox too, and signs of bears so I hung my ham high in the pines as I slept.
People stopped waiting, so I'll post more pictures.
For big time.