The BilboGarbi Bus

Yes, I´m here in the Euskal´s biggest hub, beginning... it's a little early for jet lag, a little early for running a race, for Japanese tourists drinking Corona and smoking endless cigarettes. And last but not least a little early for the pack of "Oregonners" discussing eight plus nine, Euros, "conversion rate, huh?", and other budgetary deficiencies. A little early for the crowd of museumers mesmerized by gold sails, spiders, and stomach turning excitement, everyone agog (gug?): "Can I have a bite of yours since you had a bite of mine?" Love, so few croissants and so many calories!

I wonder how that race is going, where it ends? I wonder if they use paper cups, electronic mats, where they put them when they're done? Do I wish I was somewhere near the bottom, the front, the middle? Do I need to find a bike, or the bus to Santander and Pamplona? Anywhere else with bulls and crags?

Machinery pounds and ponders, every brick...