It was a gloomy morning in Bilbao.
07:30.
I arrived with my small backpack which didn`t carry enough clothes because it was 37℃ in Madrid.
Malheusement, il faisait environ 18℃ ce matin.
I buried my hands in the pocket and tried to walk as fast as I could.
Pas de petit dejeuner, the only thing I had was a half-pack of chocolate and a half-bottle of Vittel.
Having Squirmed uncomforttably last night, I slept on the couch and woke up every 2 hours in drowsiness.
I was worried about catching a flu because the train was disastrously freezing. I put on all of my clothes which were another T-shirt and a pair of long pants.
I wrapped my neck with the small towel and I almost cut the curtain to make myself a bed.
Around 2 a.m, I was lying on the armchair alone with my eyes half-open. There was an old man standing outside
the gate carrying a suitcase which looks like the one a surgeon would have. It was a little bit creepy in the first place,
but I found out he was a good old man after he taught me how to adjust the armchair into a flat couch.
All in all, I ended up tossing and turning with a strange old man the first night in Spain.
If my memory was correct, I bought a preference ticket for the train which cost more than 100 euro without the discount from Europass.
Since El Corte Ingles hasn`t opened yet, I walked to Casco Viejo. Passing Plaza Nueva, the flagstone-made street was so quiet and peaceful.
After a few minutes promenade, I found myself in front of Catedral Santiago.
Having visited the old town, I turned to Guggengeim Museum directly. It was a quite long walk from the central town.
The street was clean and tranquil although there were some people rushing to their work.
I enjoyed the moment exploring the city with my "Let`s Go" in my hand and my camera on my chest.
Soon, the famous puppy of Guggemheim appeared.
Frank Gehry`s Guggenheim Museum, its elegenatly shining curves perfectly embodying the spiri of the new Bilbao, has powerfully
nourished the city`s prosperity to international prominence. The wavy shapes and flowing forms of the building are undoubtedly the most attractive.
With titanium sheath, it is said to be imagined as a iridescent fish.
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原來古根漢是一個現代藝術博物館，展出的主題都非常的有特色，除了讓人覺得有點無聊的阿茲提克王國文物展之外。
其中最讓我印象深刻的是巨大的木頭迷宮，大約三公尺高十幾公尺長的木板透過雨水和陽光的洗曬之後自然變形彎曲圍成迷宮的形狀，剛開始看的時候
會覺得這也稱的上藝術嗎?是的其實隱約我還是能感覺到那ㄧ點藝術的存在，現代藝術的訴求似乎是一種挑戰新的作畫方式以及表現素材的一種藝術，
素材是木頭，作畫的是大自然的力量，人力只是引導讓木頭如設計圖樣的彎曲，但是那傾斜地自然弧線是獨一無二且假上帝之手而成的。
另外一個令人覺得震撼的主題是五條三層樓高的細柱子，上面有紅色的跑馬燈，字幕是一首一首的詩由下往上流動著，以西、英、法三種不同的語言，就像一條逆行的瀑布，
我在這個瀑布前看了好久，感受那些巨大文字情緒。
還有許許多多非常有特色的現代藝術作品，有些原料甚至沒有辦法想像是如何做出來的，竟然可以拿來作畫。
出了古根漢之後，去旁邊的Information Center拿往Donostia的公車時刻表，順便問了這裡的電車要怎麼搭，雖然服務人員的英文很爛，不過卻是很有熱誠地想要幫忙。
拿了時刻表大約也是中午十二點半了，早上沒吃什麼東西餓的要死，路上有一些餐廳但是在體驗到西班牙人的破爛英文之後，想要鼓起勇氣走進一家餐廳都覺得困難，而且連
外面掛的菜單都看不懂，但是饑餓是可以給人動力的，最後我走進一家餐廳想起了佳儀教我的一點點西班牙文，沒想到他們竟然要ㄧ點以後才供應午餐，只好先點了一杯咖啡
和ㄧ片三明治壓壓驚。連喝了兩杯熱咖啡覺得溫暖多了，Bilbao到了中午還是有點偏涼，風很大，我坐在這個臨時的避難所裡寫日記，順便計畫待會的行程。
實在是太冷了，離開Bilbao前我去逛了一下El Corte Ingle，買了一件外套，在大街上的Zara買了一件T shirt，Zara真的是一個便宜又好看的好牌，價位大概就是台灣
的Net，但是品質實在是好太多太多了。這是一個必要的消費，我想刷老爸的卡他應該不會反對吧，是不是呢?爸爸。
下午三點多我搭客運到Donostia，傳說中巴斯克最美麗的城市。
