Ice cream and a Bridge

The ever-present ice cream. Jack went salted caramel, Oliver lemon, Anders chocolate. Kim ordered a fourth, "coco", forgetting that meant coconut — Anders took one look and rejected it outright, so I enjoyed coconut. We wandered the Old Town licking away, Jack licked his ice cream right off the cone, and somewhere in there got on the wrong metro line, which dropped us on the wrong side of the river entirely.

It worked out. The wrong side meant we got to cross back on Bilbao's famous hanging bridge, which isn't something you walk across at all — you ride a carriage that swings from cables high overhead, the whole thing hauling itself over the water with a couple of cars along for the ride. With no interest in the bridge, the only question they asked was how much farther they'd have to walk to get home.