There was one particular venue Alicia had in mind. We found a nice hotel near the action and spent the rest of the afternoon. We’re only going to have one honeymoon, so let’s make the most of it!”Īlicia knew where all the good stores were and in a couple of hours we had clothing suitable for clubbing, street clothes for the ride back, make-up from our favorite brands, all the necessary toiletries and a duffel bag to store all the stuff we bought. “But we’ve already paid for the room in San Sebastian,” cried the forensic accountant. We don’t have any clothes, any make-up, our toothbrushes. Still feeling the honeymoon vibes, I said, “Why don’t we do that? Let’s find a hotel!” “Let’s just hope it’s not a sign that you’re headed for the pearly gates.”Īfter we left the museum and had lunch, we were heading towards the bus station when Alicia said, “You know, we should have planned to spend the night here. “Guilty as charged.” I had to admit to over-indoctrination in New Age philosophies when I was growing up. “Remember the girl on the bus-you know, the one with the Pearl Jam t-shirt?”Īlicia laughed at the non-coincidence and said, “You’re always looking for signals from the universe.” ![]() “That woman I just bumped into-she was wearing pearls.” “Huh, that’s odd,” I said when Alicia walked up to me. I apologized profusely in my Mexican-influenced Spanish and she graciously forgave my obliviousness to the world around me. The colorful stainless steel shapes had been placed under a skylight, and I must have spent a half-hour circling the work to view the “tulips” from different angles until I accidentally bumped into a woman who was studying one of the nearby paintings. The Miró exhibition was very interesting, but Jeff Koons’ Tulips was the highlight for me. I saw them in San Sebastian before we met.” Though I lived in Seattle for six years, during that time I was more interested in up-and-comers than established bands, so I knew very little about Pearl Jam except that they were adored by the natives.Īfter arriving in Bilbao, Alicia led the way to the Guggenheim. I pointed her out to Alicia and said, “I didn’t know Pearl Jam was that popular in Spain.” “Oh yes, very popular. Right before the doors closed, a young woman with a tasteful array of tats, tits and piercings hopped onto the bus wearing a Pearl Jam t-shirt. ![]() The next morning we arrived at the station early so we could get decent seats on the bus. It’s better to take the bus-we can get there in a little more than an hour.” I immediately deferred to la mujer española and her superior knowledge of her country of birth. “Why are the trains so fucking slow?” “Because they’re direct-they stop everywhere. I immediately looked up the train schedules on my phone and learned that a one-way trip would take two hours and forty minutes. ![]() This review is part of my unofficial “Honeymoon Series,” consisting of music I heard in clubs, cafés and other places while on my honeymoon, a combination of the unfamiliar and music I thought I’d never review in a billion years.ĭuring our stay in San Sebastian, Alicia suggested we pop over to Bilbao to catch the Miró exhibition at the Guggenheim.
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