San Sebastian: Surfing and Camping

Driving through Basque country, Brittany was asleep, because she can sleep anywhere, anytime, and be asleep in 2 seconds.  Meanwhile, Hailey and I were admiring the beautiful scenery: the windy roads through the green mountains and rolling hills (think Sound of Music).

My pictures from the bus weren't great so here's one from google images.  This picture is better than mine were and doesn't do the place justice one bit.  You get the idea though.  Imagine some goats scattered around the mountain.

Rolled up to the town in the rain after a 6 hour bus ride.  First thing we noticed was how different the Basque language was to Spanish and frankly anything other language.  Full of ks, ts, and zs. Also, being in Europe has opened my eyes to realize how many different cultures there are and how many of them wanted to be recognized as unique.

Very similar to Catalonia, Basque Country strives to be separated from the Spanish state.

We called up stoke travel to let them know that we were there and they were so chill and immediately came to pick us up even though we were 2 hours early.  The stoke van pulled up and they welcomed us with smiles.  The adventure began.  That night was demin night but we left the majority of our party demin in the states so we made due.  Party partook and that night Hailey slept in a tent for the first time! After the french toast the next morning, we went on down to the beach for some surfing lessons.  Our guide was Aussie and an amazing surfer and was patient with us while we attempted to stand on the smallest waves possible.  With the combination of small newbie waves along with the large foam beginner boards provided for us, we all stood up!  

We explored Zarautz (the small surfing town outside of San Sebastian) and decided to try some strange foods.  Steak foie gras, i.e. steak with meat paste on top.  Sounds much better in French right? Then a pepper stuffed with veal cheeks combined with goat cheese.  That same restaurant had octopus, squid, duck, kangaroo, etc.  The only Basque I learned: thank you=eskerrik asko bye=agur (pronounced without the r).  We only had 2 days there and wish we could have stayed longer but it was great while it lasted.

Next up: Nice, France!