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    • Day 34

      Day 33 - Slumming it? I Think Not.

      July 14, 2023 in Spain ⋅ ☀️ 20 °C

      Although it being a luxurious room, we were hot during the night because it didn’t have air conditioning, so Jackie at some point opened the large arched doors beside the bed. As a result, I woke up with my bare backside on display to the world just as a coach load of tourists turned up for an early morning private tour of the monastery.

      We were up and out in time to get to the ticket office when it opened at 9.30am. We discovered that Yuso Monastery, where we were staying only did guided tours in Spanish (apparently because monks still lived & worked there!!) & the first tour wasn’t until 10.30am. However, for €4 each a little bus would take us up the hill to Suso Monastery, where we would have a 30 minute tour with a guide who could speak English.

      A few minutes later we were on the bus with 2 other families & met up the hill by our guide, who took us on our tour of the Suso Monastery. It was a genuinely fascinating tour & the key facts we learnt were :-

      In the mid-6th century, Saint Millán settled in a religious site – now the Monastery of Suso – on the flanks of the Cogolla or Distercios hills, where he was joined by other eremitic monks. It became, with time, a place of pilgrimage.

      The Monastery of Suso is comprised of a series of hermits’ caves, a church, and an entrance porch or narthex.

      The Spanish language was “born” in the Monasteries of San Millán de Suso and San Millán de Yuso, and therefore they represent an essential part of the history of humanity.

      Since the Monastery was founded in the 6th century by San Millán and his disciples, this site has been a centre of culture, history and religion for the north of Spain and the rest of the country.

      The Monastery of Yuso was built in the 10-11th century and still has 8 monks living and working there.

      Both monasteries were designated a UNESCO World Heritage Site in 1997.

      After our 30 minutes of culture, we were taken back down the hill and to our car. It was definitely worth a visit & if we had more time I would like to have taken the other tour & spent more time exploring the villages in the La Rioja region.

      BUT we didn’t. Instead we drove 30 minutes through the region to Haro, the capital of La Rioja to purchase supplies for a camping trip. We bought some food & 16 bottles of wine, some as cheap as €1.19. We would have bought more had we had room in the car.

      We then embarked on a 2 hours 20 minute journey through the mountainous Aizkorri-Aratz Natural Park, where we drove through cloud and rain on steep winding roads. It was hard work driving and it made you realise how tough the Tour de France really is, because their riders had ridden the same roads only 2 weeks previously.

      We entered the Basque Country, where the weather brightened and around 2.30pm we arrived at Endai Campsite situated on the side of a mountain just east of Lekeitio. As we drove up, we felt a good vibe, to the point where before we had even checked in, Jackie was saying “I wish we were staying longer”.

      Over the next 2 hours we set up camp on our allocated grassy pitch & tidied out the car, we then went for well earned beer (or three). Feeling very pleased with ourselves, we returned to our camp for pate and baguette & a couple of bottles of our €1.19 white wine which was exceedingly decent in our place of hydrangea paradise.

      Song of the Day : Paradise Place by Siouxsie & the Banshees.
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    • Day 35

      Day 35 - Whilst Southern Europe Burns

      July 15, 2023 in Spain ⋅ ☁️ 21 °C

      We got up at 8.30am to drizzle and a chilly 18 degrees temperature. After a quick mug of coffee, we walked down the steep wooded path to our local beach. It was just a pile of rocks tumbling into the sea.

      We returned to camp and our car, then headed back towards San Juan De Gaztelugatxe, the monastery on an island connected by a walled pathway & featured in the TV series, Game of Thrones. En route we took the opportunity to stop at Lidl in Gerniko-Lumo, where we purchased 18 bottles of favourite €1.19 white wine, 12 bottles of red, 2 packs of pate, salami, Jaffa cakes & more world cheese.

      We then stopped at the cafeteria of the Eroski supermarket next door for a coffee & a pintxo. Jackie had ham and fried courgette on bread, whilst I had Spanish omelette.

      After refueling with 95 for the last time, we then continued to San Juan De Gaztelugatxe, which was chaotic. It seemed so many people had the same idea as us. Now we had to pay, what only a month ago was free, €3 for the car park, only to then discover that tours to the monastery were completely sold out. We were advised to check the website at 3pm, which was in 2.5 hours time. Utterly brilliant!

      The ticket lady did however suggest we follow a path to get a good view of the monastery. We and many others walked the suggested path & took the opportunity to take a few photos. Jackie revealed she was more happy doing this than the actual tour. The sad thing was we could have taken this same path for the views on our previous visit.

      It was nearly a 90 minute drive back to our campsite which was grey and damp. This was only after a little incident where our car was wheel spinning without any traction up the slippery steep car park & I had a car right up my arse. Luckily the car behind had the good sense to reverse back allowing me to do the same & get a good run up at the slippery slope.

      We spent the afternoon hopping in and out of the tent as we had several short showers. Jackie also played zap tennis with the numerous flies and bugs that decided they wanted to shelter from the rain. She would have given Marketa Vondrousova (topical sporting reference) a good run for her money! I caught up with my Find Penguin blogs.

      That evening we had more of the same pasta & salad & wine, whilst I scanned the v of the Bay of Biscay in front of us with my binoculars looking for marine life and vessels. This caused a young Swiss couple to stop and chat & we gave them the benefit of our recommendations & experiences in Northern Spain, as they were just starting out on their 3 week trip.

      Song of the Day : Still Raining, Still Dreaming by Jimi Hendrix.
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    • Day 36

      Day 36 - Perfect Sunday

      July 16, 2023 in Spain ⋅ ☁️ 21 °C

      We woke up at 8.30am to another gloomy grey morning. We had a coffee, showered & Jackie suggested we walk into Lekeitio for a pintxos brunch.

      The 2 mile walk was a breeze as it was mainly downhill, the biggest threat were the hordes of Lycra clad cyclists racing down the hill behind us. We even passed one cocky git cycling up the hill eating snacks with no hands on his handlebars.

      The tide was out so we took the opportunity to totter out with the tons of others on the extremely slippery walkway to the island known as Garraitz (San Nikolas). We climbed approximately 10 steps onto the island, noticed that the waves were crashing over walkway & tottered back as quickly as we could.

      Back at the harbour front of Lekeitio we discovered there was what appeared to be quite a significant political rally taking place by a party called 23 Egingo Dugu. Speeches which were being televised were being made to quite a enthusiastic audience outside the enormous gothic church, officially known as the Basilica Assumption of Santa Maria of Lekeitio.

      We continued on to the harbour front looking for a suitable bar/cafe to stop for refreshments, but they were all too busy. We ended up returning to the gothic Basilica & a cafe/bar in it’s shadow. It was perfect. We had had a couple of beers and a couple of creative Pintxos each. A beer and a Pintxos together cost just the princely sum of €4.

      We probably would have stayed for more but when the political rally ended, we were suddenly inundated with people looking for any available table and chair. And the pintxos were quickly hoovered up. The Spanish don’t seem to bothered by invading other people’s personal space. At one point, I had a child’s leg actually pressed against mine whilst she watched something on her brother’s phone .

      Luckily for us, the sun came out and we walked back to Karraspio Beach. There were no groups of teenagers, just Spaniards and tourists enjoying the afternoon sun. The waves were ideal for surfing & I actually showed everyone how it was done after catching the perfect wave & body surfing almost all the way back to the shore.

      At 3pm local time we started to watch the men’s final at Wimbledon. It seemed incredible that no one else on the beach appeared interested in the tennis. Around 6pm with Carlos Alcaraz 2 sets to 1 up we walked the 1.5 miles up the mountain road back to our campsite. We treated ourselves to a couple of cold beers in the campsite bar, whilst we watched the conclusion to the tennis final on my large iPad. Bizarrely, the the campsite television was showing some sort of wall tennis at the same time.

      Jackie cooked up sausages & salad for our dinner.

      Song of the Day : Perfect Sunday by The Damned.
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