I despise New Year's Eve. The reminiscing, the resolutions, the Auld Lang Syne - all that sentimental rubbish.
Since I hate this holiday so much I made a vow to always do something special for it. It's reverse psychology or something.
This year I visited Bilbao - a town in the Basque region, for those who don't know - for the first time.
Whilst there I visited the Guggenheim. As a rookie art fanatic this place blew me away. The building alone was stunning.
You know that women who believed she was in love with the Eiffel Tower and the Berlin Wall? I think I *almost* got that at the Gug.