Before I explain to you what it was like to visit the Día de los Gansos/Day of the Geese Festival in Lekeitio, Spain, I want you to appreciate what this beautiful little town looks like all on its own. Without the bunting and banners and blue (not that those aren't wicked cool, because they were).
When we were planning our road trip, I remembered some blog posts I had read by Christine about this magical area of Spain called Basque country. Christine totally sold me on it, and I ran up to Mike one day and asked 'where is this magical place?' (because I shamefully know nothing about geography and even less about Spanish history). And it was decided. We had to go to see the land of pinxtos and the Guggenheim and those legendary landscapes and tides.
So we did.
Lekeitio is perched in the northern part of Spain, about an hour from the French border. Its soft, yellow beach hugs the Atlantic ocean. And at low tide you can walk the whole thing, right up to the Isla di San Nicolas (Google Maps shows it at high tide). And if you don't mind getting your feet a little wet, you can keep walking straight into the town centre.
Lekeitio was a charming combination of ocean and sand, cobblestone and red clay roofs, colourful fishing boats and even more colourful characters. And we happened to be there on the most exciting day of the year.
(If you think Lekeitio is pretty, don't get me started on how amazing another Basque city - San Sebastian - was. We'll be posting about it next week, but in the meantime, you can pop over to Nicole's blog to have a peek)