To get home we took a taxi, then a coach, the tube, a train and a car. Then we had dinner, went to bed and got up again to complete the journey. Another car, train, bus, train and a plane and then another bus and as I waited to buy a coach ticket for the final leg of the journey I looked up at a timetable and it said Bilbao/Irun and there was something in the words that made me want to continue my journey even though I was now exhausted. My feet felt itchy and I said to husband 'let's keep going. I don't want to stop now. Let's go somewhere else'. We didn't. We went home, but something was calling me. The Basque country.