Arrival in Bilbao, Spain
23 Mayıs 2023, Ispanya ⋅ 🌧 64 °F
Our adventure with American Airlines brought us to the vibrant city of Madrid, though our touchdown was fashionably late by an hour and a half. With only a tight window for navigating Immigration and catching our connecting train to Terminal 4 for the Iberia flight bound for Bilbao, we engaged in a sprint that rivaled an Olympic race. Luckily, luck was on our side, and we managed to reach the gate with just a few minutes to spare.
Post-flight, our trusty Uber whisked us from the airport to our abode at Calle Prim 5. However, our jubilation was short-lived as we realized, moments after our driver's departure, that my phone and wallet had been inadvertently abandoned in the backseat.
Our entry into the apartment complex was a bit of a puzzle, even after diligently following the check-in guidelines. Providentially, a kind tenant extended a helping hand, granting us access and guiding us to Apartamento Bajo-D. The door code operated seamlessly, revealing a charming, contemporary 2-bedroom apartment.
Once connected to the online realm, I sprang into action, notifying Uber about the misplaced belongings and fortifying our credit and debit cards with a security lock.
Around 5:00 PM, we took a leisurely stroll to a local bakery and a bustling food market to assemble provisions for tomorrow's morning feast. The enchanting Plaza Nueva beckoned, treating us to our inaugural encounter with Pintxos (also known as Tapas) accompanied by a delightful glass of wine. My proficiency in Spanish proved invaluable as we engaged with the warm-hearted locals; the bartender, hailing from Medellin, Colombia, added a touch of international camaraderie.
As the clock struck evening, our companions Kurt and Renata from Switzerland graced us with their presence, arriving with a rental car in tow. We eased into the night together, unwinding with a shared glass of wine. 🍷 The joy of reunion was palpable, considering the long hiatus since the onset of the pandemic.
Sleep eluded me, my mind restless, pondering my lapse in leaving the phone and wallet behind in the Uber. The fate of those items hung in the balance, with hopes that an honest soul among the subsequent passengers would ensure their return, either to Uber's Lost & Found or the Bilbao Police—an optimistic reverie, though not without its touch of wishful thinking.Okumaya devam et