Yesterday we spent the day driving from central Portugal to north Spain which translated into 8hr drive. At some point along the way, we all ended up mad at each other, this time Pedja and I were in coalition against the kids and all three of them were in war with each other. It was really one of those days where everything seemed bleak and the only rainbow was knowing that such days eventually pass.
We arrived to Bilbao, Spain in the evening hours, immediatly mesmerized by the vibe of this city. The first great impression was probably enhanced by the random concert of ABBA music right by our apartment, good tapas and shockingly cheap great white wine at $2/glass.