I put my girlfriend on the plane last Tuesday, but the fun wasn't over yet.. Another friend came on Thursday, just to catch up and see what I'm doing here. The good guy took a present for me from the Netherlands. An absolutely foolish outfit to have a dress up party in. I immediately started wearing it, and to get even, we bought him one as well. Great times we had, when people looked at us as if we were from another world! Dressed up like this, we hit some bars late in the afternoon, to show him around a little, and allow hime to get used to Bilbao, the city we were.
We started close to the football stadium, where the atmosphere is always warm and pleasant. When matches are played the stadium and the surrounding bars are crammed with people. A cheerfull vibe is guaranteed here, also between five and eight o’clock, when people get back from work to have a pint and a pintxo.
After that I wanted to take him to a bar that I thought was a very typical sailors bar. I passed it a couple weeks ago, wondering through the area behind the bus station. It turn out to be a pro-bullfighting bar instead. Well, I’m the last person to be in favor of bullfighting, but I never experienced such a bar, so we had to go have a look. That was an interresting encounter with a piece of Spanish culture, bull’s heads on the wall, pictures of glorious bullfighters and displays other pointless ‘cultural’ killing. Oops, I guess that was an opinion there;-)
The barman however was a friendly guy, he wanted us to taste the pintxos where we were looking upon so strangely. It turned out to be pork cheek, joy! I always say that I prefer not to reject anything I never tried before, so I took the bite. Maybe also cause the barman was looking as if saying: “oke, you’re a very typical too-clean-Northern-European eater if you don’t want this”. I tasted less dubious than it looked, except for the hairy, fat pieces. We didn’t ask for it again that night..
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