Our Tuscan kitchen.
Thursday in Bilbao.
Im sitting on a bed at 5pm in a hotel in the the middle of Bilbao, Spain thankful for the day. Everything (almost) is closed today due to a general labor strike throughout the entire country of Spain. Admittedly unprepared for this historic day, we wandered the city for a while in search of food, not knowing if we would be able to eat anything today besides the half of a cucumber and chip remnants sitting in our room at the hotel. We staggered through dark, barren alley ways looking for anything to abate our hunger and trying our best to fight through the pangs of malnutrition and aching gut. Just as we collectively thought was our last moment of breathe, we turned a corner to reveal what is sometimes referred to as “the last shining light of all mankind”, Chinese Food. And it was abierto.
