We limped Lesley’s poor van into Orio a few days ago and you’ve never seen two people more happy to make it to a campsite. What we didn’t realise at the time was was a cute place we had managed to land ourselves into.
Orio is a small fishing village of just under 6,000 residents on the coast of the Bay of Biscay. It has none of the bustle of its larger cousin San Seb, but still has a thriving centre. When we came home in the train yesterday, there were packs of teenagers jumping from the docks into river, the town square was packed with locals out for a Saturday drink. It was busy, it was loud, but in a more subdued way.
We treated ourselves to a nice dinner Friday night, with a lovely local fish dinner and wine. As Lesley said, she doesn’t “push the boat out often”, so why not have a nice local feed.
We rolled ourselves home Friday night! The only consolation to all this eating is that we are doing massive amounts of walking, some hopefully it equals out?! Either way, thank you Orio for being a surprising balm!
Work Travel Save Repeat 