Within a few hours of getting back, it felt as if we had never been away, but rather had experienced our year in Bilbao in a weird time warp which is in some sense still going on somewhere in another dimension. This is what happens when you go away for a year and come back to a house, a street, a city which have apparently not changed at all, and in which people’s lives (including one’s own) have apparently not changed at all, despite all the extraordinary things you’ve experienced in the intervening time.
It’s great to be home, but leaving Bilbao feels a bit like a bereavement too. I’ve been keeping the experience artificially alive by continuing to write this blog for a couple of months after our return, but I’ve said most of what I wanted to say now, and it’s time to bring it to a final full stop.
Thanks for reading. I leave you with (i) a little 6-minute film that takes you all around the Basque Country and encapsulates the varied landscapes and some of the spirit of the place...
Agur, Bilbo! Bye bye, Bilbao!