We chose a hotel tonight right smack in the middle of the tiny town of Orio. (Yes, pronounced like the cookie, more or less.) Our hotel has a bar downstairs and there are dozens of people in the street in front talking and laughing. There’s another bar next door as well and more people socializing in front of it. It’s fairly cool out. But the Basque people don’t seem to mind the cold and do a lot of their socializing outdoors. I’m always struck by the wondrous community we find in nearly any Spanish town.
It’s pinxo hour (tapas). They won’t actually have dinner till around 10:00. Here are examples of tapas — what we had for our late lunch. (We got in too late to have a proper comida.)
Speaking of cider, is that a glass of sidra with your pinxos?
It was. Charlie was really looking forward to it.