“…lively commentaries on village happenings relieved the monotony of net-mending to which many women were obliged to devote the major part of the daylight hours. Net-mending left the brain free to create its own fancies and to work on the raw material of speculation and known fact from which the tissue of gossip was woven.” – Norman Lewis – “Voices of the Old Sea”
After three days in Labastida it was time to move on. I had liked it, it was the sort of place that could go on a ‘must go back to one day’ list but I won’t go back because I fear that if I did it will have changed dramatically from how I remember it. I’ll just keep it locked away in my memory. I had even walked in the footsteps of Napoleon Bonaparte.
Kim’s back had made some small improvement, it is amazing what a bag of frozen peas can do to provide relief so we cleared the apartment, I put more air in the tyres, probably now dangerously over-inflated and we set off north towards the coast. We had done the turf and now it was time for the surf.
Northern Spain is a wonderful place to drive a car, the scenery is immense, Alpine villages, lakes and mountains and an ever changing sky, sometimes clear, sometimes cloudy and sometimes bleak but always interesting. The lace bonnets on the mountain tops often replaced by unwelcome black skull caps.
Sometimes challenging, especially bouncing about on over inflated tyres the drive north is fascinating along roller coaster roads sometimes flying like eagles, sometimes burrowing like moles, the road twisted and swooped, turned and soared into the sky and then disappeared into sinuous tunnels and always with more curves than Marilyn Monroe.
We had considered driving to San Sebastián but we had been there before and we didn’t have a wonderful experience so instead choose a seaside town further west and closer to our return airport of Bilbao.
After an hour or so we arrived at the coast, The sun was shining, the beaches looked biscuit caramel immaculate and the sea was the sort of soft gentle blue of dreams. It looked wonderful, good weather at last as we made our way into the fishing port of Getaria, parked in the harbour where Kim dispensed with the soggy bag of once frozen peas and we made our way to the village centre.
Getaria is an up-market sort of place which is popular with day-trippers out of San Sebastián and Bilbao.
And by our lunchtime arrival the place was already buzzing with visitors competing for tables at the seafood restaurants. Along the narrow streets grills were sizzling with fresh fish and the harbour side restaurants were rapidly filling up as visitors bagged the best tables. We planned to eat later so this lunchtime found a bar with a table in the sunshine, sat and simply enjoyed the view over the harbour.
It struck me as the equivalent of somewhere like Padstow in Cornwall but without the riff-raff, the sort of place that if he were Basque that Rick Stein would have opened a seafood restaurant and various other shops and establishments. Luckily Rick Stein isn’t Basque so it is spared his sort of commercial expansion and exploitation.
Close to our lunchtime bar of choice was an impressive statue, a statue of a sailor called Juan Sebastián Elcano (Elkano in Basque) who I had obviously never heard of before but everywhere I visit has a surprising story to tell.
Elcano sailed with Ferdinand Magellan on his voyage of circumnavigation in 1519-22, the first ever to achieve the feat as the captain of one of the five ships of the expedition. Magellan gets the headlines for organising it all but he himself never actually completed the voyage because like most other sailors accompanying him he died on route, he himself meeting a bloody and rather grisly end somewhere in the Philippine Islands and it was Elcano who actually completed the famous voyage of discovery. Who knew that I wonder?
Here he is…
As the sun began to sink and the shadows lengthened eventually subsuming our table we thought it time to locate our accommodation. It was close to the harbour and although tiny was perfectly adequate and acceptable for just a couple of nights. Kim settled in and rested her back and I tested mine by making three return trips up and down several steps to the car park in the harbour to transport our luggage from the car to the room.
Later we returned to the streets and there was quite a transformation, the day visitors had left, the fish grills were closing with only dying embers as a reminder of a frantic lunchtime and the once vibrant bars were practically empty. We needed somewhere to eat but the reasonably priced lunchtime menus had gone and it was all more expensive. We read and rejected and eventually ended up in a sort of popular Mexican fast food sort of place where to be fair we had a very good meal.
It had been a good day and we had enjoyed it and looked forward to a second day in Getaria tomorrow.