San Sebastian, Spain
Today we are off to San Sebastian, Spain (only a few miles away). I wish you were all here to share our trip and hope you all have a wonderful fourth of Juliette. Adios y au revoir, Jennifer
San Sebastian-is a bustling ciudad. Riding to the city we passed through small cities and suburbs consisting of mostly unattractive block style high-rise apartments, many whose walls are covered in graffiti. It looks as if frustration among the people is high here. You would not think you are in Spain, but rather in New York or perhaps even Sacramento on highway 99 along the freeway wall. Here we are on the train following the protective wall between these high-rises and the train. From the balconies hang the Basque flag of independence. The Basques have been trying to gain independence from France and Spain for centuries. Their language is one of the oldest and has been spoken continuously since Neolithic times. In these border towns the directional signs are written in Spanish, Basque, and French.
We arrived in San Sebastian and walked the beach promenade to the center of town with a huge statue of St. Sebastian looking down on us from a mountain above the city reminiscent of the Christ figure that towers over rio de janeiro. The harbor is sheltered with high mountains surrounding the bay and the beach is sandy and covered with sun bathers. We mostly came to Spain to shop as the prices are considerably lower than France. Mike and Mikayla made the obligatory trip to McDonalds and Mikayla ordered the McNuggets (yuk). The place was full of young people all ordering from the American menu in their French, German, English, and Spanish accents; America’s most unhealthy export, McDonald’s food that is cheap just like in the U.S. The only different item was cerveza. As I said it appeals to the 30 year old and below set. One of the clerks wore a sweat shirt that read: University of McDonald’s printed on it. They also, have Starbuck’s on every corner all over Paris.
I am happy about the fact I can finally make my own cup of coffee in St. Jean de Luz. I am not fond of French café, but have adopted the practice of heating up the milk for my coffee as is a French way.
Well,signing off now as we are off to the Pâtisserie for a croissant or something else equally as sinful. Thank god for needing to walk everywhere and up two flights of stairs several times a day or I think we’d need to be carried back to Sacramento in a wheelbarrow. Au revoir, Jennifer
San Sebastian-is a bustling ciudad. Riding to the city we passed through small cities and suburbs consisting of mostly unattractive block style high-rise apartments, many whose walls are covered in graffiti. It looks as if frustration among the people is high here. You would not think you are in Spain, but rather in New York or perhaps even Sacramento on highway 99 along the freeway wall. Here we are on the train following the protective wall between these high-rises and the train. From the balconies hang the Basque flag of independence. The Basques have been trying to gain independence from France and Spain for centuries. Their language is one of the oldest and has been spoken continuously since Neolithic times. In these border towns the directional signs are written in Spanish, Basque, and French.
We arrived in San Sebastian and walked the beach promenade to the center of town with a huge statue of St. Sebastian looking down on us from a mountain above the city reminiscent of the Christ figure that towers over rio de janeiro. The harbor is sheltered with high mountains surrounding the bay and the beach is sandy and covered with sun bathers. We mostly came to Spain to shop as the prices are considerably lower than France. Mike and Mikayla made the obligatory trip to McDonalds and Mikayla ordered the McNuggets (yuk). The place was full of young people all ordering from the American menu in their French, German, English, and Spanish accents; America’s most unhealthy export, McDonald’s food that is cheap just like in the U.S. The only different item was cerveza. As I said it appeals to the 30 year old and below set. One of the clerks wore a sweat shirt that read: University of McDonald’s printed on it. They also, have Starbuck’s on every corner all over Paris.
I am happy about the fact I can finally make my own cup of coffee in St. Jean de Luz. I am not fond of French café, but have adopted the practice of heating up the milk for my coffee as is a French way.
Well,signing off now as we are off to the Pâtisserie for a croissant or something else equally as sinful. Thank god for needing to walk everywhere and up two flights of stairs several times a day or I think we’d need to be carried back to Sacramento in a wheelbarrow. Au revoir, Jennifer
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