day 7


Traveling through Spain, Having Only Studied French amd German



Outside Bilbao,
our hotel had poetry
behind the bed.
Tres Moderne,
yet so remote.
Fancy and cheap
(¡viva Expedia!);
puzzling.
We loved every word
of the poem
we could not translate.



[This is indeed, a picture of the poem we found in our room outside Bilbao. What a gorgeous idea, don't you think? Each room had a different poem, I think.]