Hiking Basque Country - Part One

Many of my readers know how much I enjoy getting my daily exercise......and being on vacation is no different. (Just ask my children!!!!) There are some amazing places to hike here and we are exploring them one at a time. (Much to the dismay of my husband's knees.) On Friday morning, we took the train to a small town called Zumaia. This is the town where Tiffany lived for 10 days with the church group that traveled to Spain together. It is known for a coastal geological formation called the "flysch" which people come from all over the world to view. We spent the entire morning hiking up the precipice, exploring, climbing on rocks, etc. We were exhausted after all that exploring, so after a brief rest, it was time to head to the train station since we had planned on returning to Jason and Emily's for lunch. Tiffany assured us she knew the way back to the train station, since she had done it many times in the past 10 days........we had 20 minutes to catch the train.......she was certain we could make it there in time....no problem......right??........wrong!!......Tiffany got a little off course and as the minutes ticked away, our walking turned to a brisk walk, which turned to a hustle, until we realized to make this train we would need to RUN!  For those of you who know Darrel,........he doesn't/can't run.......for anything.......so here we are, cross-country runner Tiffany in the lead.....Alice, close enough behind to keep asking her if she knew where she was going......then telling her she doesn't know where she is going.....looking back to see if Darrel, hobbling along, was still in view.......Tiffany kept saying "We are almost there!".....and I kept saying "Are you sure?? This doesn't look familiar!"......Darrel kept saying "You can't get on the train if I'm not there!".....we must have been a sight,...... crazy foreigners running across town.......with no time to spare we blew past people in the station......arriving just as the doors of the train shut,......the train started to move.....however, I pushed the button that opens the door.....the train stopped and the door opened......but I didn't know if the train was going in the direction toward Orio, so I spoke to the person just inside the door of the train (who didn't speak English) and asked, "Orio?"......and he said "Bai" (which in Basque means yes).......but by then the door closed again.......so I pushed that green button again and the door opened and Tiffany, Darrel, and I collapsed into the train!!........Success!! Tiffany and I laughed,......Darrel didn't see the humor in it....👍