Residence Maeva Sokoburu
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... seeing all the locals preparing themselves for the days football match which we so eagerly wanted to attend. It was a quick Ryanair flight with our hangovers where we tested our geographical skills on our iPhones and then before we knew it we were landing in Barcelona.
An incredible trip overall, too many laughs to recall, too many memories to remember but I was happy to have a wingman along with me and can not wait for the next adventures to come!
... cars cannot pass.
-You walk in and hope that there is a table or counter free, because again, the best bars are usually full of people.
-You order your drinks (anything from a beer to a glass of fresh-pressed orange juice)
-You claim a spot, and then make your way to the bar to observe the pinxtos.
-You take or ask for a plate, then fill it with whatever looks good (and EVERYTHING looks good!)
-You show your plate to the waiter behind the ...
Upon driving into Spain it started raining. Day 4 in spain as I write this, and it is still tipping it down. All footwear is now soaked, as are both my jackets, trousers and socks!!
Gave up waiting for the rain to stop and walked into San Sebastian. Nice city based in a sheltered bay with two large hills at either end. One has a small furnicular railway taking you to the top, the other is a more tiring walk through rivers of water flowing
down the footpaths. The summit however ...
Cycled in to Biarritz the next day to explore the town. Small cove with some very expensive houses and an aquarium perched right on the edge of the bay.
Surfers can be seen along the bay, watched by the shoppers in town. Large waves can be seen hitting the sides of the road and reaching some 100m up in the air.
Spent the next few days here surfing.
... Always assumed that was something done at hotels frequented by prostitutes but who knew the Hilton would allow it. Seventy pounds, a three hour nap and a shower later and I almost felt human.
Getting checked in and through security at Gatwick was simple which left plenty of time for my fist real meal in 24 hours at Cafe Rouge. I ordered the ironically named breakfast la petite déjeuner anglais. Anything but ...