24th September, 2.35 'Daves'

Heading west in search of Ermita San Juan de Gaztelugatxe we weaved our way along some spectacular coastline from San Sebastien. The weather gradually deteriorated the further west we got along the Vasco. So much so that by the time we'd seen SJ de G and found a bed for the night in the Negurbi district of Bilbao we were experiencing a cross between 'Perfect Storm' (Hussey rather than Clooney as Captain of the vessel) and 'The Fog'. Not pretty.
As well as a new weather front moving in, today brought another first. That being my first birthday without Dave. Lesley has already had hers and now its my turn. Since David's day in February anyone's age, in our minds, has been recalibrated to a 'Dave'. 1 Dave = 20 yrs. So i'm 2.35 Daves today. Somehow it makes more sense to measure meaningful chunks of time in this way. Not, minutes here or there, like the Nick Hornby's 'About a boy' where floppy haired plonker plays the lead role and measures everything in units of half-hours. But serious life chunks with lots of days and nights.
But, este dias, we've taken pleasure in small things. The Ultra Sociedad owner of Bar Campus in San Sebastien who let us practice our Espanyol on him and open his WiFi network for our laptop, the dog who adopted us at SJ de G, the smiley OAP who waved us on the Bilbao Metro this evening and the friendly staff at our agreeable lunch break in deepest Basque country. But as a birthday? well, to be speak plainly - mucho ruido y pocas nueces (a lot of noise but few walnuts).
Hasta Luego.