It's All Relative

San Sebast¡an...

You know those times when you feel totally and utterly content with your life? Like when you could stay in a single place and moment forever and being sublimely happy? That's how I felt today laying on the beach in San Sebast¡an.

But the train ride here?? Yeah, not so much.....

We took a night train from Barcelona. We didn´t leave until 10, but we were stoked because we had 1st class tickets. Well 1st class turned out to be us four sharing a ghetto, 70´s inspired train car with a spanish street performer and a wannabe soccer player who was way into the world cup. Our seats folded down into makeshift pseudo beds but with four of us, it was anything but comfortable. To make matters worse, I had taken 2 dramamine to make sure I didn´t get sick, and those things knock me straight out so I was painfully tired and unable to get comfortable for longer than 10 minutes. The spanish street performer kept trying to talk to us in spanish because we told him we spoke a little, but he kept going on and on and asking us questions. "No se señor...NO SE!" Jeez what part of "un poquito" do you not understand? The soccer player kept sighing really loud, like he was all pissed off to be on that train with us instead at midfield in Brasil or somewhere, chanting "Ole!! Ole ole ole!!!!!! . Annoying.

We finally got to San Sebastian at around 8 am, but we couldn´t check into until 11:30 so we had to drop off our stuff and then kill 3 and a half hours. We ate some chips and some bananas on a bench for a while, then walked down to a beach and feel asleep on the sand until we could go back and check in.

We finally checked in and went down to the beach which was like a five minute walk. The beach is huge, not really long, but just wide. Does that make sense? The sand is seriously the softest sand I have ever felt. The water was the perfect temperature ( I like my water a little on the cool side, especially when it really sunny out, which it was). We laid out for a few hours, got in the water a little and then went back to shower. After, we went to this local burger place. I know, i know, going to a burger joint in Spain does seem ridiculous, but we were tired, starving and didn´t want to walk miles and miles. They were actualyl pretty good, the hamburgers. We got some ice cream too after, which totall hit the spot. I love the ice cream Europe. Italy´s was the best, but still, we´ve had ice cream in pretty much every place we´ve been in and its GOOD. Oh, how I will miss it.
Today was pretty much the same routine. We laid out all day. I am baked. I mean, I felt well done, like an overcooked steak or something. It´s the best feeling, laying out and baking like that. This is when that total content feeling hit me. I was laying there, in the super silky sand listening to my ipod, with my hair all damp and beachy, and just loving my life at that exact moment. I felt really lucky to be there in Spain, sitting on this pretty awesome beach with some great friends. I don´t know how I got to be so lucky. But I will take and run with it, that´s for sure.

I took a break at about 2 and walked to this little cafe that makes toasted ham and cheese sandwichs for like 2 Euro. They are good. I had two.

Me and Rachel weren´t quite ready to head back to the hotel so we laid out for about hour and a half or so, until the tide came in and we were forced to leave.

Apparently there is a huge soccer match tonight-Brasil and I can´t remember who else. But there is this party at a bar near our hotel. Note about San Sebastian: it has more bars in a single square mile than anywhere in the world. We are staying pretty much in the middle of that square. Anyways, this Puerto Rican we met at the laundrymat told us about it and told us we should experience the world cup action with real fans. Should be fun I guess. Maybe our little train friend will be there...

Oh, so I am sitting in the train station the other night and I am watching this random spanish news show when all of a sudden they show a clip of Nadal with the French Open trophy. HELLO, I can´t believe he beat Federer and I can´t believe I missed it!! I heard it was a great match. Such a upset...wow.

Mavs are on a roll too I see. That´s good. I hate Shaq. I hate him a lot and I hope he cries when he loses in the finals AGAIN....mahahaha!!!!!!

On to France tomorrow. Biarritz. We only have 1 more week left. It´s crazy. I feel like we have been gone years. I really can´t wait to go to Costa Vida and get a pork salad, though. And bacon wrapped shrimp from Hamilton´s. I am the one on this trip who is ALWAYS hungry. I am not a big snacker, at all, and the girls I am travelling with are so they are content eating chips and cookies and fruit all throughout the day. not me. I need a meal, everyday, especially dinner. I need dinner everyday. I just do.

Hmm....it´s actually about that time.