We arrived in San Sebastian, and after a quick shower we parted ways again. Karin went to teach English and I went to the beach with the sole mission of thoroughly exploring the insides of my eyelids. I have to say, the beaches were stunning. After my nap (and subsequent sunburn) Karin took me on a grand tour of the city, harbor, beach, and then culminated in a walk around the old downtown. We hopped bar to bar in search of pintxos (PEENCHOES), the Basque form of Tapas, and washed them all down with short bursts of a sour cider. After making our rounds, our San Fermin exhaustian caught up with us and we headed back to her place where I fell asleep before I even landed in my bed.
The next morning we grabbed some breakfast and wifi before she left to teach again and I went exploring. I made my way around the old town in the daytime, and enjoyed the famous Conche beach, which due to an island at the entrance to the bay and its sweeping nature, mimicks the famous seashell of Santiago De Compastela. After wandering in the heat, I met up with Javi and a few friends to enjoy a dip in the ocean while we waited for Karin to get off work.
Once she joined us, we both remarked how remarkably fresh we felt, and then a dangerous idea began to circulate. She didn't have to work in the morning. I didn't need to do anything but be on a bus to Seville in the morning. She missed the sangria. I wanted to touch the bulls one last time. Well, we could still catch the last bus and just stay up all night partying in Pamplona, then part ways after the running in the morning... hmmmm....
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| The Conche bay with its clear waters. |
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| Where sea meets river in San Sebastian |
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| The cathedral of the Buen Pastor, seen from the older cathedral across the town. |
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| Such clear blue/green waters... very inviting on a hot summer day |
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| Conche boardwalk |
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