Vitoria is the state capitol of the Basque region in Spain. We stumbled into this place on a wet, rainy morning and our first impressions were not good. Besides the weather, there was really nothing going on and we were about to leave.

“Lets just go to the end of the street” Sharon suggested.

We sullenly walked down this gloomy road. All that was going on were some Basque separatists hanging banners from a building. It was all very gloomy.

By the time we got to the end of the street, the rain had stopped and the sun was beginning to come out. to our left, was a staircase and we decided to go up and “Voila” there was this beautiful little city. We walked around for a few hours and then we got lucky a second time. We wandered into this charming little restaurant and had a great lunch.┬áPersistence has its rewards.


Day 6, Project 14:

Wow a landscape! Its not often that I go for these but every now and then one catches my attention. As long as their are not pretty or cute. This was on one of the most beautiful beaches that I have every visited in San Sebastien Spain. We had stayed at a hotel on this beach many years ago and I a had a wish to return, so on a recent visit to souther France, we slipped across the border and spent a day there. It still exquisite! I loved the light at sunset as we walked from the beach into the town.


Beach: San Sebastien, Spain 2001

I guess I will try to maintain a theme. These next images are from Spain.

This is the beach at San Sebastien which is in the Basque region. This beach is absolutely empty early in the morning because the sun is still hidden behind the mountains. Eventually, the sun rises higher in the sky and sunlight begins to creep across the beach. As the sunlight hits the beach, people begin to appear, slowly shedding their clothes as the day warms up. By mid-day the entire beach is in sunlight. This is what it looked like around 2:00 PM. These people have never heard of melanoma.


Flamenco Dancer: Seville, Spain 2001

For three straight nights in Seville we went to see Flamenco dancers. The first night was very formal with one dancer, one guitarist and a guy clapping, performing on a stage in front of a group of chairs. I wanted something a bit more raunchy so we kept looking for seedier places. The second night was a club but the whole place seemed very constipated and geared toward tourists. The third night was the best. This joint was in a bar where people drank a lot and listened to the music. There were 6 or 7 dancers. two guitarists and three guys clapping. The dancers had a great time moving about the stage. The woman in the picture was by far the oldest by about twenty years. She had the best moves of the group. While the other dancers were more energetic, and moved in a more free-flowing excited way, this woman managed to move very subltly and communicated with the audience on a far more soulful, intimate level.