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... and I had great respect for them as I had driven the reverse path over the last few days and I was tired!
I had to concede defeat after 3 hours and we went back on highway for last 50 km into San Sebastian.If you are contemplating driving the non highway North coast of Spain take your time and saviour those hills and the valleys.
To do it properly would need 7 or 8 days slow crawl stopping off as necessary.
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... attack not to further political aims but to make a symbolic message to the people of the country. The same was discussed with the Basque Nationalist group referred to as the ETA.
As we speak, I am hesitant to fully disclose my personal opinion of the situation. Being a political science major back in the states I am fully aware of the publicity of online postings and let us not forget specific clauses in the Patriot Act, which referring to the word "terrorism" ...
... of San Sebastian. When the weather is nice and the waves are
calm “Donostia” the Basque word for San Sebastian is beautifully craved in the
sands of the Concha. All the streets are represented by Basque names and there
are even Basque flags hung from several apartments throughout the city. Still the division between people from the
Basque country and people from Spain is clear. One is either solely Basque and
the either is solely Spanish, never ...
... be found that there is something missing. Something dire, that is found at almost every beach in America with the exception of the rather "trashy" beaches.
Bikini tops. They were missing. A good portion of the women, young and old, venturing around this sandy paradise without a top. My first reaction was pure shock--jaw dropping, what is happening-- kind of shock. How could these women walk around bearing their breasts without any ...
... that I was missing a bag. "Uno memento," he said. Then, standing at the baggage claim in front of large plate glass windows, I watched the ground crew toss my surfboard bag from the luggage compartment ten feet down to the cement.
In what now seems to be a stroke of blind luck, there was one taxi outside of the airport, and he spoke English. He took me to the hostel where I would ...