“I’m leaving on a jet plane…”

2:35 June 8th at 33,000 feet above California headed for the Windy City: then Munich, then Bilboa. Due to land in Bilboa, Spain 5:55 pm, disembark and bus to Donostia.

Fatigue, excitement, apprehension and really bad coffee breathe from the fat guy sitting next to me fill my world of the exit isle and seat 20C. What a weird and wild transition from St. Bernard’s Parish, New Oleans to Spain. By the way boys, major kudos for a great week of work and exploration!

June 9th I arrived in “Donostia”-Basque for San Sebastián at 7:30pm. The bus from Bilbao conveniently stopped outside the bus stop next to the Hotel Silken Amara. Wiped out but still adrenaline corsing  through me, I walked to old town and had 4 pintxos: one crab and shrimp, the other three were various seafoods as well, but I couldn’t tell you what they were. They tasted exceptional though. [Ry, I walked right by your old apartment.]

I thought I began walking the 10th, but I realize that Macs Adventure Tours set it back to the 11th due to the length of the flight. Good thing. I’m somewhat of a zombie. 

June 10th I got acquainted with San Sebastián. Breakfast at 7:00 am, walked to Playa del Concha (many surfers even at that hour). I strolled the beach, had coffee and sat at the same table as we(Cher, Ry and me), did when we visited in the winter(Cafe Zurriola on the promenade; the same sidewalk I nearly killed myself slipping like a bad ice skater on the tile sidewalks in my worn smooth sole shoes). I  ran into the red double decker tour bus stop, so for 12 euros I jumped on. I managed to take quite a few pictures, although having difficulty uploading them, before a summer thunderstorm brought a heavy downpour. Took refuge in the cafe bar Iruna and had lunch while waiting for the storm to lighten. It didn’t. Got soaked walking back to the hotel. Here are a few pics of this gorgeous little city.