Posted by
Amy on Apr 11th, 2010 in
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Comments Off on Land of Peen-chos.Deciding it was time to head out of Barcelona and make headway towards Paris, where we would be visiting our friend Matt, we planned our next destination: San Sebastian, Spain.
San Sebastian, or Donostia as it is called in Basque, is a town on the ocean in northeastern Spain, close to the border of France. It is in the heart of Basque country, which is a region spanning northern Spain and southern France, where the Basque ethnic group lives. In San Sebastian, people spoke noticeably less English than in Barcelona, with the added of challenge of frequently speaking Basque, a language with a lot of x’s and t’s, in addition to Spanish. San Sebastian is a cute little getaway where the pace was a little slower than Barcelona. It is nestled between the ocean and the mountains, with tons of shops, flowers, and quaint old architecture in between. The people in San Sebastian seemed to be very dedicated to their siesta time, even though shops and restaurants did not open early or stay open particularly late.
The 6 hour bus ride from Barcelona to San Sebastian was pretty uneventful, save for the loud Spanish lite FM blasting from the speakers (Spanish songs frequently interspersed with Lady Gaga and Owl City’s song Fireflies) and me trying to retrieve my tres-dropped Ipod while accidentally pouring half of my water bottle on Sean’s pants as Sean and the Spanish man next to him stared in horror. (No worries, the quick dry fabric works as advertised!) We arrived in the heart of siesta time, without a reservation or a map. We eventually ran across Pension Santa Clara, one of the accommodations advertised in Lonely Planet Spain ( www.pensionsantaclara.com ). Although I was suspicious of its simple rooms, thinking it did not seem to raise the bar in our lodging as much as I would have liked, it didn’t smell like fumar (smoke) like another pension we tried (hate that fumar!), it was in the heart of the Old Vieja (Old Town), it was only 38 euros per night, and our backpacks seem to triple in weight after carrying them around town. It turns out that we loved the Pension Santa Clara. The linens were great (nice and clean and white!), the internet was super fast, and the shower in the en suite bano was full of pressure and hot. We even got to watch some TV (some gameshows in Spanish and lots of the Teledeportes channel).
All over San Sebastian, you will be surrounded by bars and restaurants with pinxtos (pronounced peen-chos) sitting on their counters. Similar to tapas, and essentially little appetizers that can be eaten as a snack or combined to make a meal, it was fun to try all of the different combinations.
One has to wonder how fresh all of these pintxos are, because save for our favorite pintxos restaurant (Casa Senra on San Francisco street in Gros), we never saw the pinxtos being replaced. No matter. The little sandwiches and seafood or jamon (ham) topped pieces of bread were so cute, it was easy to ignore the fact that seafood was sitting out unrefrigerated or that everyone’s fumar constantly wafted over the pinxtos. Plus, because there were a million different places right in walking distance, it made bar hopping very conducive. Although we stuck to the Old Vieja section the first night, we frequently found ourselves wandering about a mile down the road past the surfer’s beach to the Gros district, which is noticeably less touristy.
In San Sebastian, we quickly fell into the routine of eating pastries from the pasteleria around the corner, drinking fresh squeezed orange juice for breakfast or lunch, eating pinxtos for essentially all meals, taking walks or running by the beach, and browsing the shops. On our last day, we decided to “summit” Mount Igueldo, a small mountain overlooking the beach on one side and the town on the other, with a fort and a statute of Jesus on top. Even the cloudy, overcast day couldn’t hide the beauty and sereneness of the sight of the ocean through the trees on the mountain. The water alternates between azul and aquamarine. It has been about five years since we have visited a beach. It had been way too long, I decided.
Posted by
Amy on Apr 8th, 2010 in
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1 commentHello, everyone. Just a quick update to say that if you tried to leave us a comment recently, we did not get it. Something went awry without our knowledge and all comments disappeared into cyberspace. We are very sorry and will try to fix this as soon as we can. Too bad that like other foreign languages, we know nothing about html.
We finally figured out our photo process while we had some fast internet in San Sebastian, so we uploaded some photos from Spain. We added a link on the sidebar, or you can find them here:
http://picasaweb.google.com/surroundedbythesoundblog
As you probably figured out, the blog is not real time, and just updated when we get a chance to write posts and have decent internet connections. So we will catch you up with San Sebastian soon…it is a great little beach town. Onwards to Paris tomorrow! (Unfortunately, our friend Matty tells us the internet connection at his apartment is not good).
I’m not sure if Antonio Gaudi ever used his profession to get chicks like Ted Mosby (and the guy who used Ted’s likeness), but Gaudi’s buildings and creations are stunning. Gaudi is a Spanish architect who left his imprint all over Barcelona. We explored three Gaudi creations while we were in Barcelona: (1) Casa Batllo, which is a whimsical house lacking many straight lines built in 1877;
(2) Parc Guell, which is a public park;
and (3) La Sagrada Familia, which is a cathedral designed by Gaudi, and still is not completed due to the intricacy of the design some 128 years after building began.
The Gaudi creations are all intricate, inspired by nature, and delightfully whimsical:
