Bilbao, Basque Country
This was close to the start. I had been working in a kitchen in the old quarter of the city, learning how to finnely chop chives the the knife doesn’t make a sound. How to paint plates with balsamic vinegar reduction. The art of basque food, pintxos, and txocoli, merluza and squid. The food was amazing, but I was broke. I was learning you see, hoping to get into a paid position. “Spain is broke my friend.” I sold beer during this festival, Semana Grande in Bilbao, its bilbaos party, like running of the bulls is for Pamplona, San Fermin, or the Falles in Velencia. Here, its just a party. I needed to be alone, so I took my camera and listened to Radiohead, I saw this pillar and the crowd moving about it. I climbed up and waited. Within 30 minutes the scene you see here happened.