Hotel San Sebastian
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... into town, had a huge three course lunch (it's what they do in Spain apparently) and began our orientation walk. From that we got a good idea of what was what and where to go. Then we were on our own.
Saint Sebastion, it turns out, was a Christian Roman soldier (200 AD), who, when this fact about his religion got out, was told to renounce his faith or else. Sebastion refused to do this so he was put in front of ...
... turning in my apartment keys. So Wednesday was my last day. I started out with a café con leche and chocolate croissant at La Tahona, my favorite bakery across the road from my front door. Over coffee, I chatted with my travel partners about what was on our "San Sebastian Bucket List" that absolutely had to be done before we left. We decided the plan for the day would be to hike Mount Urgull, visit ...
... closed for siesta, the friends gathered in the street for pintxo-pote, and the crowds at La Concha on a Monday afternoon are reminders to take a moment to stop anticipating the journey ahead and delight in the path behind. I am young, and many exciting things dot the horizon of my future, but an opportunity is missed if I do not turn around to appreciate the beauty of my unique path.
... Here on the other hand, men will usually look a lot more put together. They look like they have put some effort into what they wear and like they care about their appearance. Women here also present themselves very differently than women do in the U.S. Women in the U.S. will often dress much more casually when going about their day-to-day lives, or if they are dressed up for a night out, they will often dress much less modestly than women do here. Also ...
... loading their items onto the belt in front of me. Their accent was only one of the clues that revealed their British identity; they looked around at the people of the small residential store with pinched noses of disgust. The man, short but dignified, handed a credit card to the cashier.
In a surprisingly shrill voice that made the man’s eyes slightly bulge in his face, she chirped:
“Necesito identificación.” ...