Guggenheim Museum, BilbaoToday we were due to pack our bags and fly away to Bilbao. We had booked a stay in a small fishing village looking out at the Bay of Biscay with the mighty Picos de Europa as a backdrop. Known as 'green Spain' there are lots of wonderful walking trails to explore, and the family run hotel where we planned to stay is known for its tasty lunchtime tapas, but alas it was not to be.
At the end of August my husband gave his 96th pint of blood, and within half an hour had a near-fainting reaction, which was repeated off and on over the next couple of weeks. He has donated blood for his entire adult life and never encountered anything untoward before. Our doctor decided various hospital tests should be carried out - two CT scans, ultra sound, wearing an ECG monitor. Due to the time scale at that stage, and an unknown diagnosis, the doctor suggested that we should cancel our trip. However, nothing untoward has been found, the funny episodes have vanished, and it now seems that we could have taken the trip after all.
But, the majestic Picos de Europa mountains and Cantabria's golden beaches will still be there waiting for us - fingers crossed in the Spring.