Dear Friends: Here I am again, trying to send photos and text from Spain. Sorry about yesterday. I got all sorts of messages about my pathetic, one-line, photo-free, blog. Let’s see if I can do better today, using the tutorials from BlogPad Pro…
We are still in Gernika, (which we’ve learned to say Ger-NI-ka, as in “hair-KNEE-caw”), the weather stays cold and rainy, but we’ve not yet run out of options. Today we took the train to Bermeo, a “serious port town” on the coast north of here, which I think means it does not cater so much to tourists. We walked the docks, stood on the seawall to face the stormy sea, huddled at a port-side table for pinxtos, or tapas, unfashionably early because we were starving, and caught the train back to our warm hotel room.
We see public art everywhere, and today was no exception. The heartbreaking sculpture you see above, from 1976, called (roughly) The Last Wave, The Last Gasp, shows a father drowning, the dog howling and the young son stricken. I wondered what the townspeople thought of this tragic reminder of the fate of so many fishermen.
On the next dock, from the same year, another wave image.
OK, not to push my luck, I’ll try sending this. Tomorrow, I promise some food photos. No matter what else the day brings, dinner is our great reward….