We originally planned to visit Madrid or Barcelona this summer, but I knew the extreme heat would reduce parental patience and deactivate my Mixed Chicks leave-in conditioner invigorated curls. So we booked a trip to Basque Country, a region in northern Spain/southern France where the native language is Europe’s oldest, Euskara, and the seaside climate is mild.
Our first stop in Basque Country was Bilbao. We stayed in an Airbnb in Old Town (Casco Viejo) that was right next to a courtyard where the boys could disturb the peace and behave like they ain’t got no home training. We ate pinxtos—lil’ meat and bread finger foods—like locals and drank cheap Rioja wine. The tiny restaurants were kid-friendly. You go in, grab food and drink, and hop to the next bar to set a bad example for your offspring.