Given that it’s a city of 300,000 on the north coast of Spain, I am sure that you could find plenty to do over the course of a few days. It was sort of like being in Spanish Minneapolis.
But the real reason we arrived at 3:00 PM one day and left at 10:00 AM the next?
I have a thing for Frank Gehry-designed buildings. I grew up driving past the Weisman Museum and so to be able to see another one of his architectural masterpieces sitting by the river was SUCH a treat.
After exploring the outside of the building (which was a good 70% of the reason for our visit) we wandered the museum proper for three-ish hours. It was all gorgeous.
And I got to see my first Koons sculptures in the flesh. This was just a beyond-joyful development.
And now, the only Guggenheim left on my list is Venice. Who could have known that would become A Thing?
For dinner, we visited El Globo. Because Trip Advisor said so.
And for something like $20 we had a few glasses of wine and pintxos that I will never, ever be able to identify.
Which is probably because we were never entirely sure of what they were in the first place.
It was a bittersweet meal because it was precisely the sort of affair that I knew we would never, ever be able to replicate.
But it was also one of those perfect We’re On An Adventure-dinners where you have no idea what you’re doing, you just keep ordering directly from the bar by pointing at things on trays and you can’t stop until all available options have been exhausted.
19 hours later, we were gone.