Day 6
Great. We wake up to find a football on our balcony, the streets look disgusting scattered with beer bottles and the remains of goofy costumes from the night before.
The weather is really crappy, and so is my mood after I spent the night listening to the big English guy snoring.
To get my bearings, I rain-proof myself and head out to find the beach and grab some food.
On the stairwell, I meet Mark from Australia who has been living in England for the past 10 years, and he stops to have a chat. He doesn't know it yet, but he's now my wine drinking partner for the next couple of days!
He was waiting to speak to the Hostel manager Gordon, the slack arse American who's never really there. We both hang out for a while and meet Sarah, a self confessed hedonist and bibliophile from USA Austin, Texas - she's a teacher.
With nothing to do and the un-clearing weather, we decide to go for a long hilly walk to meet Jesus, who 'is always above us'!!!! Ridiculous Mark at his best. Nice.
We took some lovely photos of fantastic views over the old town and main beach of San Sebastian.
Then watched some comedy films from the 1920s and 30s of sack races, high jump without the flop and general fun days on the beach.
The steep walk down the hill 'of animals' we saw the Spanish skipping terrier, and Sarah engaged in a long winded Spanish conversation to the cat lady who implored her to take one of the cats who had just been neuted to save it from death. She didn't, I hope he’s still ok!
Pintxos time.
With Sarah leading the charge effortlessly speaking fluent Spanish, charming the bar staff and locals
we wandered randomly through packed bars with cured pig legs dangling from the ceiling.
Obviously Pintxos was the order of the day, my favourite being a Baguette slice topped with Jamon smoked ham and goats cheese, nice and simple yet delicious.
This was all washed down with variety of Booze (Red wine, White wine, Green wine (Txakoli ), Sangrai and Cidre)
One small observation - for some strange reason, the Spanish throw their used napkins on the floor under the bar...its considered rude to leave it on the plate. It does get swept up later. But I felt so wrong doing it!!!
We were joined by Lisa who (my new walking buddy) marched ahead to the last bar.
That was the end of the Jesus mission, and we had our fair share of 'holy communion'!
We all spit up, and Mark and I walked the beach La Concha to the other end of the bay where we caught the funicular (if it was more €3 we were going to walk it!!!) to the top.
Immediately struck by the amazing views we took half a dozen pics if not more, and were then wooed by the boat ride (if it was under €2 we weren't going to do it!) It went for all of maybe 2mins?!!! But was brilliant! We thought it was just for the scenic ride, until we were encountered by Peter Pan and a bear!!! And then we had to get off.
After all the excitement, we thought we deserved an ice-cream. I had a single boring chocolate, and Mark gorged himself on Rum and raisin and Caramelised milk.
On the long down we found a hard, rubber bouncy ball, and the Spanish snog and show car area.
We walked down past 'Wimbledon' to find the Wind Combes and and blow hole where I had my hair blown from my head!!!
Another 2km walk home along the beach we were hungry again, and met up with Sarah to enjoy a Large pizza and bottle of Red.
Day 7
Wow what a beauty of a day! Lisa, the hard-core adventurer, walker, and sightseeing addict from Canada, invited me along on a bus trip out west to see a tiny town called Zumaia.
Basically, once there, we power walked the coast for about and hour or so and stopped in at 3 very picturesque towns and a beach with cool rocks along the way.
Later in the afternoon, after the bus ride home I find Mark siesta-ing and manage to wake him up by punching in the code to my locker. Good, cause I was bored and needed entertaining!!
We find a local Lidl and buy a shit load of tapa type food and red wine, and go back to the hostel for food. Living in a hostel and having lots of spare time and nothing really to worry about, we have time for creativity, and Mark takes it to the next level by making a Sydney Opera House and a ship out of Bread, wrapped in ham and cheese with taco chips as the sail garnishing. Sweet.
We then proceed to the beach for some afternoon sun-napping.
Day 8
Unfortunately, another cloudy day in San Seb, after an amazing Day7.
Bummer. But Mark introduces me to a couple of German girls from Berlin. I love Berlin. We all take a walk around town to check out a few more sights. Mainly the shops, but we get a good look at the closed Cathedral too.
A short stop off into Lidl's again to pick up salad and 4 bottles of red wine...I know, piss-heads right! We make it back for a much needed green salad with chicken, and chill out for a while.
And then again, its time for more food so pop down the road to a local restaurant for beef and free red wine. Great. Lets just say I’m pretty much red-wined out!
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