Zumaia

After leaving this morning I asked some English people if they would charge the battery for my camera, as they were lucky enough to have the free electricity, but there was a problem and it wasn’t working. Oh dear! When it came back on they obliged. They also were heading to the north coast of Spain. Earlier in the year they had driven to Benidorm and stayed three months.

As we left this morning, we remarked on the local architecture, it was a cross between the houses in Normandy, France, and the chalets in the Swiss Alps.

After travelling through the busy town of Bayonne we were on our way to the border, and just before 1.00 pm we entered Spain. 

Once through San Sebastian we enjoyed the views of the Atlantic from the coast road, and Marge performed well, up the hills and around the many switch back bends.

We arrived at our destination for the night in time for a late lunch. Zumaia is a small Spanish town, and we are parked backing onto the river Urola.

After washing our clothes and ourselves we walked into town. We are a little out of our comfort zone now, language wise as between us we probably only speak a couple of dozen words in Spanish. At least in France one of us can converse and understand the language a little.

The town was a buzz with activity, and lots of children were enjoying jumping of pontoons and bridges with no fear at all. A bit different to England, not an Ipad or mobile phone in sight. In the town we spotted a ladies clothing shop, very back in the day with some dubious models in the window, modelling very nice house coats and nighties along with lingerie.

 A banner in the town, told us we were in Basque country, not Spain. They are very keen here to be independent, a bit like Scotland.

We popped into the supermarket for a look round. Wine at 1.14 euros a bottle or 0.65 euros per litre for those a little less fussy.