When we were organising our
#Eurotrip2016, we had nothing planned for sure. We didn't know where and when exactly we were going to get. We didn't book any campsites (
which caused a little bit of trouble sometimes),
we bought no entrance tickets. In the general idea of our trip, we had a
few places we wanted to see and around them I drew a draft plan of our
trip. We had just a few places we wanted to see on our way (like six or
seven), a few more that would be nice to visit if we manage to, so out
of three weeks on the road, is wasn't much. And the one I'll describe in
a moment, definitely was one of the few.

I
came across it totally by accident. I can't even remember where I read
about it first, but it was like a year ago. And I sure knew I wanted to
see it. Obviously, I totally forgot its unpronouncable name (and forgot
to jot it down, too). When we finally decided to head to Spain, I
started searching for it again. I knew it was somewhere on the northern
coast of Spain. I kind of associated it with Bilbao, but wasn't sure. I
had a picture of it in mind, but there's no search engine (yet) that can
read my mind. Or anybody else's. Or is there...? Imagine this (and no,
it's not a joke): I spent two hours scanning google maps (I was really
desperate!) and searching with any keywords that got to my mind.
Finally, I found it (yay for Earth view on google maps). I immediately
wrote down the name (yup, still unpronouncable) and, to make sure I have
it somewhere, I also e-mailed it to my husband. His reaction? "Please
tell me we're going there". My reaction to his reaction? "No, honey, I'm
just that bored to spend two hours searching for a place for the sake
of searching...". Curtain.

Fast forward, and we're back on our campsite right off Bilbao.
In
the morning, I went to the reception to ask for directions. I said (and
I quote): "Could you tell me, please, how we can get to... I'm sorry, I
can't pronounce it... San Juan de...". That was it. The lady behind the
counter immediately knew what I was talking about and said the full
name. In no way did it resemble the spelling of the word. Not to me, at
least. And I still can't say it. I couldn't repeat it. I can spell it
now, though ;)
She
said we should drive to Bakio. There, we'd surely find further
directions. We got to Bakio and found no further directions. We stopped
for a minute right off the beach and simply asked for directions (the
views were worth the stop!). It was no big deal, but we had to drive a
few kilometres further. We finally got to the car park at the beginning
of the trail.
It
was much easier to find the car park than to find a free spo. Though we
were lucky, again. Somebody was driving out right before us, so we took
the freshly emptied spot. The car park was free of charge and totally
full. We no longer had to worry about that, though.
We
were soon on the trail to San Juan de Gaztelugatxe. A small chapel on a
tiny islandish rock sticking out of water, with a narrow strip of rocky
path leading to it. The trails starts in a forest, so it's mostly
shadowed at the beginning. It goes down and is realitevely steep and
slippery at places. It's safer to leave flip flops and put on more
adequate footwear.
Once
you get out of the forest, it still leads down, but it's a bit flatter.
Finally, you follow a road for a bit. It takes you to that rocky strip
joining the islandish rock with the land. And then to the stairs taking
you all the way up to the chapel. There's a toilet (horrible, dirty and
stinky) both at the bottom of the stairs, as well as next to the chapel
on top. There's also a place to fill up your water bottle. Remember to
take a look both to your left and to your right, cause it is definitely
worth it.
Once
you feel you're ready to climb up the stairs in broad sunlight, you can
set off. It's exhausting, especially on a hot, sunny day. The stairs
are narrow, so passing by others isn't too comfortable. The climb is
worth the effort, though. At least I didn't regret doing it.
The
chapel itself is nothing spectacular. You can pull the string to ring
the bell, if you like. And... that's basically it. (Oh, you can also
smell that there's a toilet next to the chapel. To avoid it, remain on
the other side of the chapel, away from its entrance).
But the views of the sea and the coast are amazing. And once there, simply focus on them.
We
were just thrilled (some of us in particular ;)) when we realised that
we have to get all the way back to the car. And from the chapel we could
see what was awaiting us. Some of us especially couldn't wait to get
back ;)
It
wasn't as bad as it seemed, though. This time, the way up was partly
shadowed, which made it a little bit easier to get to the top. And we
already had some plans for the rest of the day that helped us keep
going, too. It's all about motivation ;)
On
the way back to the campsite, we stopped at one of the viewpoints. Why?
Cause, well, it was a viewpoint ;) And we could take a picture of San
Juan de Gaztelugatxe from a distance. You can clearly see the islandish
rock sticking out of water with the chapel on top. And the rocky strip
of land connecting the island with the land. It's really there and it
looks amazing.
Have you ever been to San Juan de Gaztelugatxe?
How did you like it?