Page 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 Thursday, 7 May (p.m.). It was about a 40 minute drive to Castro Urdiales. Castro Urdiales is a small (pop. 30,000) fishing port on the coast of the Bay of Biscayne northeast of Bilbao. It is not in Basque Country but in the neighboring province of Cantabria. By the time our guide led us through the narrow streets to the waterfront it was shortly after noon. There were several small cafes in a row by the Meson Marineros. We were told we could use their toilets, but our guide encouraged us to buy something there, too. Jane and I each had a different kind of pintxo (peencho), both with jambon on a small roll. Then, since we still had some free time, we roamed around the waterfront. There were men on the pier untangling and folding their nets, and a statue of women doing much the same.
We had been so occupied with the marina and the fishing scene that we'd failed to notice the towns major monuments, so high above us that they were obscured by the steep cliffs. Finally looking up, we discovered a medieval cathedral and a castle with a lighthouse on a high rock jutting into the sea.
By then it was time to join the group. Our guide led us up to the cathedral and castle for a closer look and an explanation of their history. The church was Santa Maria de L'Ascension (13th century), an elaborate Gothic church for what was then a small fishing village. Its graceful flying buttresses are partly concealed by a series of chapels built around the church's exterior. Despite its obvious past elegance, though, the church now appears in pretty sad shape. The castle-lighthouse (also 13th century) has not fared much better. While the it seems to be in good condition for its age, someone had the "brilliant" idea of adding an ugly external modern elevator and platform to make it more convenient for tourists.
The guide then led us across the Roman Bridge (possibly reconstructed in 617) to the modern breakwater. The medieval St. Ann's Chapel, perched on a rock, is now connected to the breakwater. The sun had been in and out all
morning and, as we boarded the bus at 1:15, there was a light mist in the air.
We got back to the Eurodam at 2:00, and the ship sailed at 6:00 for Le Havre. We
went to the 8:00 show featuring Tony Stevens, a comedian who laughed at his
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