Location: San Sebastián
I decided to go eat pintxos with Jake, this Californian guy from our hostel. He works for Google and he was pretty amused when I called him ”Big Cheese” :D But before heading to eat we wnated to explore San Seb a bit. We walked around the peninsula and it was so windy and rainy but we still managed to have a good time. We were both snapping photos and Jake claimed it was a ”black and white day”.
He wanted to rent a sail boat ?! But I wasn’t too keen on the idea. I was pretty sure I would’ve just gotten anxious with my hangover and with the idea of a restless sea I wouldn’t be able to escape. And also for starters would be fairly recommendable that either one of us would know how to sail ! :D
We made a deal that we would go to a few pintxos bars and we would share the snacks so that we would both taste as much different versions as possible :) Pintxos is like a tapas, a snack food. You take a plate and choose the pintxos you want to eat. One pintxos costs 2-3€. ”When you are done eating your tapas and have finished your drink you ask the barman for the bill, and you have to tell him what you have eaten. It is very important to be honest, as it is a long tradition. Locals will be upset if they find people eating and not paying. Normally you don't eat many pintxos at one bar but move from bar to bar, drinking a beer (caña) or wine and eating one or two tapas. Then you move to another bar.” (Wikipedia: San sebastián)
San Sebastián is known for its pintxos and thus are very popular there. The streets and the bars were actually packed of people wanting to get their share during lunch time! :) I like the idea of how you’re only ”supposed” to eat a couple pintxos (and drink a beer, if you like) and then move on to another bar where you order one or to more before moving to the next bar and so on. I think we went to 3-4 bars. Me and Jake chose the bars by turns and also at one of the bars we ordered cider. I really wanted to try some cause I remember my Spannish teacher talking about ”Spain’s famous cider”. And we got to witness what she had been talking about: the pouring of the cider is done in a specific manner – the bottle hand reached as high as possible and the hand with the glass as low as possible – the idea is to let the cider ”air” so that the tastes reach their maximum potential. At one bar they even had this crazy machine that streamed the cider so, that it flew throught the air in at least a meter long curve !
I left to my hostel cause I was so nackered but Jake still stayed behind. I sorted some shit on my computer and watched two movies including Choppa, the Australian movie I had never finished watching in Melbourne. The weather and my energy level was in that state that there was no itch to go outside to explore... It was so cozy and nice in the hostel that I didn’t want to leave.. I was also feeling the people there: it so funny how a small hostel makes you attached to all your other hostel people :) Also my feeling about leaving had changed from the day before, but still, I was pretty happy to be heading towards surd, sun & sangría in Portugal, so I didn’t complain. I was glad, that I hadn’t leave straight away in the morning though (my train was leaving late in the evening) and had explored a bit of San Sebastián and gotten totaste the famous & delicious pintxos!
I headed to the restaurant with the others just to watch them eat paella for 10 minutes before I had to leave. I got my 4 euro kebab and strolled to the train station, where my train would leave at 22:38. As I was waiting for my train I heard something familiar – Finnish ! So I met this Finnish couple and man were they awkward. It felt ridiculous, that a girl at leats 10 years younger than them, had to keep up the small talk that they so sucked at. I mean, where are your social skills... So I got on the train and I couldn’t believe it, 2 boys from Raisio sitting in front of me : D What’s up with this, I haven’t met anyone from Finland (except my friends) from Finland in 3,5 weeks and now I bump into everyone? Anyway, they were socially retarded too... oh boy I hate my fellow country men... I’m not gonna get into another rant about this matter (ha, Sean!) AGAIN... I’ll just make a separate post about it later.... ha.
Next to me sat this cute Swedish guy, Eric (how typical). He wa pretty stylish too (how typical). Immediately when he told me he was from Sweden I started screaming ”WE WON THE ICE HOCKEY CHAMPIONSHIP 6-1 !!!!!!!!!!” and he just said ”I don’t care... I don’t care about loosing the ice hockey championship.” ”yeah riiight” ”well yeah... Actually I’m just saying this to make myself feel better”
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Next to us, at the other side of the hallway, were sitting this cool, old couple from New Zeland... They told us they had lost their house in the earthquake but were happy just ot be alive :S Soon people started switching their light off and I tried sleeping too. Although the train was super fancy looking, I had the worst time sleeping. It was the most uncomfortable train ride and I woke up every 30 minutes. :S I was actually thinking of leaning on the cute Swedish guy’s shoulder but I guessed it would be early for that 8D But yeah, the seat on the night train only cost me 7,5€ so can’t complain. Plus the sleeping cabins are for pussies, backpackers always go for the cheaper option : D
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