Grandma Goes Coastal: Despite being annoyed, the blog goes on

Evening sky in Lezama:

Morning sky:

On the way:

Sometimes a body just needs to take a load off!

Especially when you are on your way to the big city.

Bilbao has a lot of sets of stairs:

Fortunately, it also had pretty good signage;

Speaking of signage, I met this group of people....some people kind of, umm, ya know, hook up and travel in a group. One such, a lovely young woman from Wales, was telling me how the German guys were doing all the map work, so she didn't have to do a thing. It was amusing because if it were not for the yellow arrows, which even I can follow, no one would know where to go no way no how.

This is one of those pintxo thingees, a rather large one. I love that it is on bread and served with bread on the side:

Do you love this flower dog or what!! He sits in front of the Guggenheim, and may be the museum's best exhibit.

I couldn't tell you for sure about the exhibits because I and some other people kept trying to get to the third floor to see the permanent collection. The stairs were roped off, and the elevator refused to go above two, no matter how insistently the button for three was pushed. After chasing down an "official" I learned that the third floor, and thus its treasures, was closed. No notice posted anywhere.

However, there were other exhibits. If anyone wants to experience vertigo, just for the heck of it, they should try a full-out Richard Serra showing. Too much for me. Headed instead to some of the amusing, movie types of showings. One had a bunch of people, each in his/her own victorian room, each room shown on a screen on a separate wall so that you could see only one at a time, each character singing the same song, but playing different instruments or not playing any instrument at all, just emoting with gusto, but all of whom seemed to be higher than high. This guy was my favorite: