I am a little concerned when I realise how close to Benidorm we are staying. I remember Benidorm as having crammed beaches, tea as mother makes it, fish and chips on every corner and towering garish apartment blocks
This is a singles holiday and I’m making the most of it, so it doesn’t really matter that the south of Lanzarote (Playa Blanca) is a concrete jungle, with a very long paseo maritimo and a sprawl of hotels.
I knew Bilbao was a port, I knew it was the centre of the Basque separatist movement and latterly I knew about it because of the new Guggenheim Museum. I adore Frank Gehry’s scaley monstrosities, so it was an ideal weekend trip.
And of course, the amazing art- the Miro Foundation, the authenticity of the stone roomed Picasso Museum, the sheer bonkers-ness of Dali’s work, especially the house at Portlligat (a bus ride away) and of course, Antoni Gaudi.