DAY 1 MARCH 20TH 2005
SUNDAY

It’s strange.

It’s very, very strange.

Why is it I am never well prepared anymore when I go somewhere?

Hmmm.

It happened to me again when I went to Spain Sunday March 20th.

The day before I helped some friends move. Not the best thing to do the day before a travel.

But not much to do about it now.
I spent the whole day helping my friends. Edel said she would take me to Billund Airport, and when we came back from my friends we went to my place where I finished packing (!).

I spent the night at Edel’s place and already at 4 am we started the 180 km ride to Billund.

We had a cup of coffee, and I checked in. I brought my bike in a special bag and I was close to the weight limit, but it was still ok.

In Frankfurt there was a lot of traffic in the air and we spent extra 30 minutes before we were allowed to land.
Not good.  

Now I was late for the plane to Bilbao.
Fortunately my flight had been delayed, so everything was ok.
It was a nice trip.

10 minutes before we came to Bilbao, we passed the  Pyrenees. A beautiful sight. They were covered with snow.
For a while I thought about going there on my bike.
How stupid of me.
10 minutes in a plane takes you a very long distance.

Sorryyyyy

Ele and Pedro were there to meet me. Before we went on we had a beer.
It’s about 45 km from the Airport to Castro where they live.
I enjoyed the trip very much.
Spain is one of my favourite countries.

Ele and Pedro live in a very nice flat there. They have a cute little dog, called Dux.
He seemed to like me a little.
He was extremely well trained

We found a portable wardrobe in the basement, which we took upstairs for my stuff.

Now I wanted to assemble my bike, but there was a small problem.
It did not get to Bilbao with me.
Instead I had a phone number, so we could call the airport and find out what had happened to my poor old bike.

Hmmmmm

Later in the afternoon Ele and I (and Dux) went to an extremely beautiful town called Laredo.
It sounds like a town in a western movie, but it is actually a touristy place with a 7-8 km long beach.

Oh the weather!

He he.
When I left Denmark I had – 8 degrees, and here I had 26 degrees.
Nice, right?

Let me think? Why is it I live in Denmark?

Definitely not because of the weather.