I think I’ve found a new favorite city! It’s not about architecture and it’s not about bulls. It’s about the breath-taking beauty of the crescent-shaped beach on the Bay of Biscay off the Atlantic Ocean. Such a panoramic treat right outside our hotel window at sunset last night!
And it's about the small mountain (I think we'd best call this a hill since Kellun's from Colorado!) we climbed this morning to see remnants of battlements from the 12th century. And also to gaze down upon this beach.
Well, okay, and it might also be a little bit about the txikiteo [chih-kee-TAY-oh] that we pulled off last night here in Basque country where even Kellun's proficient Spanish doesn't work in all situations.
Our personal txikiteo {it’s great fun to say!} consisted of going from spot to spot [pronounced bar in any language!], ordering just one little bite of who-knows-what since it's all written in Basque (these bites are called tapas in other parts of Spain and most of the world, but called pintxos [PEEN-chohs] here in San Sebastian, being thrilled that it turns out to be something very yummy, eating it there while standing up, washing it down with a small bit of wine or txakoli {yum!}, and then moving on to the next place. We found two fabulous spots that we'd heard locals recommend and enjoyed the most delicious shrimp (for me) and mushrooms (for Kellun) ever, ever! Such fun!
As much as we don't want to leave this fascinating place, we begin our Camino tomorrow, continuing to push outside of comfort zones.
And it's about the small mountain (I think we'd best call this a hill since Kellun's from Colorado!) we climbed this morning to see remnants of battlements from the 12th century. And also to gaze down upon this beach.
Well, okay, and it might also be a little bit about the txikiteo [chih-kee-TAY-oh] that we pulled off last night here in Basque country where even Kellun's proficient Spanish doesn't work in all situations.
Our personal txikiteo {it’s great fun to say!} consisted of going from spot to spot [pronounced bar in any language!], ordering just one little bite of who-knows-what since it's all written in Basque (these bites are called tapas in other parts of Spain and most of the world, but called pintxos [PEEN-chohs] here in San Sebastian, being thrilled that it turns out to be something very yummy, eating it there while standing up, washing it down with a small bit of wine or txakoli {yum!}, and then moving on to the next place. We found two fabulous spots that we'd heard locals recommend and enjoyed the most delicious shrimp (for me) and mushrooms (for Kellun) ever, ever! Such fun!
