En route

On the road again, after a period of mild panic wondering whether the flights I booked really were booked or not. I'm in London Stansted on the way to the Basque country to see Goren and experience the festivities surrounding Sab Sebastian Day from midnight tonight. I only got two hours sleep last night with all the excitement, but I think the adrenaline will kick back in to keep me going ... Now just three hours in my stop over to learn some Basque words, ba means yes, which explains why they tend to sound like sheep alot when deep in conversation. On Thursday I visit Bilbao, which will be a first for me. That's it for the first installment, as my sterling ends in about one and a half minutes. Off to the irish pub with my little yellow dictionary and a sleepy, drowsy song in my heart. Ba ba humbug.