A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving.
04/05/2025
We had made a reservation, as I mentioned at Serrantes III but since there was a football match, and we'd already been there, we decided to go out for pintxos, the northern spain version of tapas, in the old square in the Casco Viejo. It was fun, though a number of places were closed, a couple were formal and didn't want dogs, but there were a number where the food was good and, as usual, we met people and had a good craic with waiters, passers-by, other customers and, indeed, all and sundry.
We have no pictures of the hotel we stayed at, though it was very pleasant. I have three memories of the hotel, other than the nice staff:
05/05/2025
We're off again, Sam is waiting for the luggage to be packed, he's recovered from his sleepless night, as have I, and we're off to cross the border into France and start our slow move northwards. We'll stop at Saint-Jean-de-Luz for lunch and then onwards to Bergerac for dinner and a hotel, though we don't know that yet; it's all improvised, made up as we go along.