The little fishing town of Mundaka is really gorgeous. You approach from the south through a Biosphere Reserve. The Bird Centre is dedicated to research about the migration of the many species which travel the spectacular route over the Cantabrian Estuaries, crossing the Iberian Peninsula to Africa. Extraordinary creatures. Any interested ornotholgists can spend time in their viewing room with its fantastic vista across the wetlands.
The first sight of the town is across the shallow waters running in to the bay and which, due to the sandbanks below the water, cause some of the best left-hand wave for surfers in Europe apparently. The day we were there though the tide was well and truly out and there was not the slightest breeze to indicate any fun to be had on a surfboard. Though in true surfer style there were some diehards in wetsuits paddling around in vain hope.
However there was plenty of fun to be had wandering around the tiny harbour, with little kids hurling themselves off the end of the pier into what must have been freezing water and old men in wide brimmed hats sitting companiably together on benches looking out to sea.
We sat at a little cafe under trees overlooking the boats (the first picture above) and had a couple of glasses of manzanilla - wrong end of the country I know - and a few tapas including this thinly sliced octopus threaded onto skewers. Clever presentation of a classic. Tender and delicious too.
After a short stroll around the town we got back into the car and headed along the coast. The roads are fairly narrow and very twisty but through stunning scenery and without children complaining of nausea in the back we made the most of it. And with an ex-racing driver at the wheel it was exhilarating. Though he complained about the lack of speed due to non-stop cornering around this spectacularly twisting, turning route.
Once we got to San Sebastien, we parked the car and headed across the bridge to the old town.
The streets are a warren of tapas bars each with their specialities and mostly with bar counters bowed under the weight of plates and platters of pintxos.
We spent a happy afternoon strolling around going from one place to another, completely the wrong time of day but no less content for it, and more than willing to try recommended dishes, wines and sidra. The people in the bars were super friendly and I couldn't help wondering if in other places with such a high tourist count the locals would be a little more disdainful and somewhat less than enthusiastic. Here we were made to feel wonderfully welcome and on the elegant promenade with its warm and soft sea breeze, we watched the sun gently set and promised ourselves we would return soon.