I went to San Sebastian (north part of Spain) two weeks ago. It was such a fun/interesting trip. I got to go with a good friend of mine, Brooke and we had a blast. Basque country was so beautiful and it was great to be by the beach. it took us about 6 hours to get there. Once we arrived we had to find our hostel. Finding hostels is not as easy as it looks. We searched for a good while and could not find it any where. We had the address so we pushed the bell. To our best knowledge we thought this would be it. We took the elevator to the third floor. Got off and had no idea where to go. So, like most people we guessed. Turns out we were right. It was a little hostel run by two guys who did not speak any English. At first, Brooke and I looked at each other and thought, "dear GOD, what have we got ourselves into." So. when we tried to find our room we found a man sleeping in one of them and in the other room a guy watching TV. They put their t-shirts on and came to greet us. One guy looked like he had just smoked a bowl with red glossy eyes and all. But who was I to judge. We were just in a creepy old hostel. No biggy. The two men introduced themselves and took us to our room (which was the one that one of the men had been sleeping in before!) The room was cheap so we thought we would just take it for what it's worth. We put our stuff down and explored the city. The beach was amazing. It was great! the water was warm and the surfers were HOT! life was looking up. Nothing could be better than a dodgy hostel and hot surfer boys on the beach. It was time for dinner and we had the BEST food I have had since I was in Spain. It was a hamburger (I know, keeping to my American ways, but it tasted so good!). Brooke and I went back the the hostel and got changed to go out. We went to a couple of bars in the touristy area of town, but all we came to find was fifteen year olds on the street drinking boxed wine (not my cup of tea). In that very instance I felt old. We finally reached a bar with reasonable priced drinks and good dance music. Eventually we started talking to three good looking Basque guys ( I say Basque because they told me many times that they are Basque not Spanish). They took us to all of the cool bars and even got into a Boat party on the beach, which was paid for by them! Well, you can just imagine how that night went. The next morning (should I say Afternoon! like 3pm!) we woke up to the song Amazing Grace on repeat for three hours. Let me tell you, that as hungover as I was, Amazing Grace at 3 o'clock in the afternoon can change a persons life. Especially with Spanish men as vocals in the background. Gotta love it. We came out of our room to find that the men wanted to make us lunch. We could not say no. By far, one of the best home cooked meals I have had since being here. They were so nice. The guys that looked so creepy at first, became one of the nicest guys we have met here. It also turned out that they had kittens in the kitchen as well. They were so cute! That was definitely an adventure. We decided to stay one more day and move to a different hostel for a different atmosphere, not full of smoke. We decided to go to France for the day and leave our stuff at an Aussie hostel along the way. So far, San Sebastian was full of hot men, kittens, and Spanish creepers that cook awesome meals. What a combination. Just the way I like it,
France: It was nice. We took the train to Irun (which is the border of France and Spain) then we switched to an French train and when to the city of Bayonne. It was nice to speak French. I realized how much I had forgotten since the last time I was in France was two years ago. We ate bread, goat cheese, and chocolate. I have no idea how to tell you how wonderful those foods sounded to me. We walked around for the day and saw all of the major sites. Went to the most BEAUTIFUL church I have ever been too in my life. The architecture was amazing. That was all fine and good til we got back to San Sebastian.
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| Bayonne, France |
Last Night in San Sebastian: We arrived at the Aussie hostel quite late. It was nice to know that we would not be sleeping in a room full of smoke. They put us in a room with three other girls from America, LA to be exact. We all went out drinking that night. Brooke and I did not want to hit it hard because we had an early bus ride back to Madrid. We made it back home around 1am, to find the girls going to sleep as well. The only difference was that they were completely trashed. I'm talking so drunk you don't even know where you are. I brushed it off lightly and thought nothing of it. Until, an hour later I heard a puking sound coming from the corner. SO, the puking was going on for an hour so I had to get up and help her to the bathroom. While I was helping girl #1 in the bathroom. Girl #2 got out of her bed to pull down her pants and pee in my bed. As if it was the toilet!!! I was just about to scream when that happened! So, I did what any person would do, and i put a sheet on top of it and made her sleep there. She claimed as her own, that is for sure. Then just as I was getting into a new bed Girl #3 starts puking in her bed. You can see that this night has just been full of surprises or should we say unwelcomed gifts. The best part of all is I had to get up at 6am, so we could catch out bus as 7:30 back to Madrid.
Other Crazy happening here in Madrid:
- My credit card got stuck in a machine!
- booked my flight for only one day!
- Was told by a guy that sat down next to me in Puerta Sol that all woman are prostitutes.
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