We are off to see the Guggenheim Museum in Bilbao Spain. For some reason, probably good PR, I have heard about it for decades. I have been to the Guggenheim in New York; the Peggy Guggenheim Museum in Venice, but now we will head to the acclaimed architectural wonder of Bilbao…the Guggenheim there. We are…

It is not sunny, but I decide to climb the mountain behind the house. I have found a trail from the beach that I believe with take me there, but this is speculation. Yesterday, I decided it would be wise not to bring Ana along on this hike. Even down low, there are parts of…

We have been on the seacoast for almost eight days. The experiences have been good. It will be hard to leave.  Today, we wake to sheep bells ringing on the adjacent pasture. Perhaps 60 sheep have populated the area next to our condo. Each sheep must have a bell, as it is a cocophany of…

We have up-ended our plans to go to Leon today based on a weather forecast predicting rain Friday in the National Park: Picos de Europa. I have wanted to spend two days in this park. To do so, I will have to take a gloomy day first followed by the prospect of a fully sunny…

I am having a nightmare. Ana and I are driving a never ending, twisting and turning road up a high mountain in deep darkness. We know that any mistake will plunge the car off of a 500 foot cliff. The road is narrow, with little room for oncoming traffic the those that approach us have…

I am getting ready to see the wild horses when there is a knock on the door. Our host, Gema, has made us a Spanish omelette and she is delivering it still nice and warm. She will be back a 10 a.m. to take us to see the horses.  Ana rallies, despite being sore and…

Day 17: Burgos and Zaragoza There is a knock on the door as we pack to leave for Burgos. Ana has asked Gema to sell us goat cheese that she makes. Gema has come with the cheese. She charges us 12 euros for the cheese; it will be fun to try it.  We are off…

Breakfast is a strange business in Spain, most unAmerican. They eat their eggs at dinner and lunch, usually fried sunny side up and dropped on something else. At breakfast, the Spanish pretty much drink coffee and eat something sweet. Some people seem to eat ham and cheese sandwiches on crusty bread with coffee. None of…

It is morning and we have breakfast on the terrace outside our 4th floor condo. We are high above the busy town of Escaldes-Engordany. The mountains that surround us are green and high. Across the valley, high above our spot, is a mountain condo project impossible to imagine. It hangs off a cliff 1000 feet…

We want to explore more of Andorra. We can see from our balcony perch in the city that there is a major road leading out of town toward the French boarder. When it leaves our view, the road turns right sharply  and then disappears into a notch in the mountains. The maps program shows little…