Bilbao update

Well, I haven't had any luck yet understanding why there are so many X-es around.  Other than that, this place is shopping heaven!  Clothes are a fraction of the price of Paris - though I still don't regret my swedish undies.  Speaking of which, I couldn't help myself.  On my second trip to Stockholm (last week), I bought another pair.  This time, they're not only Bjorn Borgs.  They're (get this) Lucky Underwear.  According to the package, Bjorn Borg guarantees that if I slip them on, somebody else will take them off.  Which sounded great, until a friend mentioned it might be a nurse.  Ah well.



Also, hurray for tapas!  Known here as pintxos.

And finally, what a way to end a day!  A salivatingly sublime seven-course dinner, complete with wine, cava (spanish sparkling wine) and coffee.

Here was the menu:
- foie gras with fig and raspberry jellies
- cod salad
- gambas (honkin' big, pink shrimp, unpeeled - as in, with the head, legs and all) with different home-made mayonaisess
- shrimp and mushroom risotto (yummy!)
- a main course - I chose pig's cheek (I'm not sure what the proper name is, could be hog's mug, pork jowl), deliciously tender in a prune gravy, with a side of chestnut puree
- warm puff pastry filled with apple compote, served with a scoop of vanilla ice cream, some creme anglaise, and a raspberry coulis
- coffee - or in my case, camomile tea (there's only so much I can take, come midnight and with the prospect of work tomorrow bright and early)

Off to bed now!