After long flights, --my seatmate on the flight from SFO to Heathrow, an overly chatty Englishman, insisted on helping me crossword, and wouldn't let it go unfinihsed, grr-- a few hiccups and an uncompromising and unpleasant customs agent, I made it to Bilbao, and was so glad to see Shi outside the Airport. We went out to a club in Bilbao with Erasmus kids and dance dance danced, and met all of Sheila's friends (nice kids). Home late, passed out, woke up in the middle of the day. traveling + Jetlag + shots + dancing till 3am = exhaustion, and sleeping the day away.
We're off to see Bilbao and then get Pinchos with some other San Francisco kids and then leave for the sunny coast of the Algarve tomorrow morning. Another whole day in varois airports before getting to relax poolside, but at this point, eh, whats another? Off to walk!
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Jealous. If you're still in a Iberian frame of mind when you come home, there is a "Spanish Masters" (Picasso & Goya) exhibition at the San Jose Museum of Art and we could go.
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