Day 15

Thus terminates the first ¼ of my trip.

We made the beautiful drive back to Pozuelo, again I was blown away by how beautiful Northern Spain is. I have to say God is my favorite artist and his natural creations trump any of the man-made architecture and art that I’ve seen here, as marvelous as they are.

Five hours in the car with this family actually wasn’t too bad. Except that sometimes they like to blast cheesy kid Spanish and French music—shoot me in the face, and Hugo likes to yell in my ear. While we were in Gorliz this little bundle of joy told his grandparents how bad of a girl I am. I’m so good to this little brat! Ugh. They just laughed and shook their heads. It’s gotten to a point where Elena just says that maybe it’s better that I work in the kitchen while she bathes Hugo. I won’t protest that. My patience is running thin with this undisciplined child.

The girls got to laugh at me again trying to eat fish—which looks like it just came from the ocean at dinner. Again, I had to be taught the tips for graciously removing the meat from the bones. I feel pretty stupid sometimes.

It’s nice to be back where I have wi-fi in my own room, such a luxury. I did love Bilbao and am grateful that I got to see it. It sounds like the family is going again in June for their grandfather’s birthday. I might get a chance to visit again.