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The crowds that assembled around the singers |
The day started simply enough. I got up and spent a little time
with one of Maite’s private English students. The plan was then that I would
stay home for a few hours to catch up on some things, then take the bus to meet
Maite at her afternoon classes. And that was where the day hit a few slight
hiccups.

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The two Maites |
But, alas, I made it and shook it off and really enjoyed the
classes. I mean, really, if this is what constitutes a “bad” day of travel,
I’ll still take it over real life any time! Actually, none of these things would
normally have even phased me had I not been working on a COMBINED total of 8
hours of sleep over the previous two nights. Huh. Is it possible I’m not as
young as I used to be?? Naaaah.
After classes, we made a quick pit stop at home for Maite to work
her magic on the washing machine (where my clothes were still sitting in a big
pool of water) and then we headed out to meet up with Maite the Dos in the old
part of downtown Bilbao. Look at me, coming from the other side of the world
and introducing two people who live in the same town to each other!

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Mmmm, snails. My first and likely my last. |
We then spent a very Spanish evening, which basically involves
moving from place to place, rarely staying in any one spot for very long. You
have a drink and a tapa at one, then move on to the next and do the same.
Repeat ad finitum. At the last place we ended up, one of their special tapas
was snails and somehow the conversation turned to the fact that I just had to
try them. They didn’t look too horrible until we pulled its’
slimy little body out of the shell, at which point I tried to rescind my
willingness to give it a go. But by that point there was a small crowd of Spaniards
watching the Americana try her first snail so there was really no going back. Let’s
just say that I survived the experience but that it’s not very likely to be
something I add to my list of favorite things about Spain. Good thing the
country has so many other good qualities!
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