The plan was to go to San Sebastian with the YSA's. Apparently San Sebastain is among the most beautiful places in Spain. And it's only an hour away.
So I pack up my money, camera, notebook and pen, Hemingway and some food for the day. I meet Richard at the church at 10 and we walk to the bus station, arriving there around 1030 to meet Noemi. We are getting ready to buy tickets and notice it's 20e. After much debating between the two, which I could somewhat follow, being about the price, Noemi tells me she doesn't think she wants to pay that much to go an hour away where it is raining. Richard decides not as well. Willie arrives and he is told the bad news. Finally, we all decide not to go. But we already woke up early that we decided to take an adventure anyway.
I think I've been in a subway/metro station like once in my life. It's really quite neat. They help me purchase a pass. I slip my pass through the machine and feel so cool. We take 2 metro trains and 20 minutes later (more or less) we finally arrive in Plencia, a small village off the coast. It is raining. But that is to be expected. It is a beautiful little village. There are no tall buildings like Bilbao so you can see the beautiful rolling vivid green hills wonderfully. We crossed the bridge and began our walk down the streets. First stop, food. I get a giant loaf of bread because...well, because I want one. And it's normal to do here. I also get some oreo yogurt and a coke. The total was 2.50. We walk to the coast along the pier. It is beautiful! Yes, it was rainy, but that added a sense of mystery and amazement to this new place. The beach was large and just waiting for the people to come out and enjoy it. The hills rolled right into the ocean. Agh! I can't wait to go back when its sunny.
We are walking, by this time my right foot is wet. Turns out the only boots I brought to Spain have a hole in the bottom. Convenient, right? I push through.
We want to go to the faro. Lighthouse. We take this path that suddenly turns into a misty jungle. Still raining, by the way. A small sense of eeriness but overpowered by beauty. After what seems like forever we see a brown house-looking thing up ahead. Well we're tired so we stop. There's a roof over the balcony! We can be dry! I'm starved so I dig into my loaf of bread. They find that hilarious. (American). Then for the next few hours we lunch, talk -well I try, listen to music from a phone, laugh about how miserably wet it is-it's still raining, see some cows, take off our wet shoes to "dry" (done in vain), and enjoy the beauty of peacefulness of this place. Truly something else. I can't explain enough how beautiful of a site it is to see such lush green hills in all directions, with a soft mist blanketing them.
Finally we decide it's time to leave. Never mind that we never actually made it to the lighthouse. Our trip was successful without it. Oh by the way, it's still raining. After just a few minutes of walking back my right foot is soaked again. A helpless feeling. We find a bus to take us back to the metro. Yes! The metro ride home I was falling in and out of sleep. Egh, miserable. At the start of the train we were going to see the Avengers. By the end we decided, well Noemi and I, that we were much too tired and cold.
We get off, it's still raining. I walk home for what seems like forever, anxiously awaiting comfort of being dry. I get in, throw off my wet things. I'm freezing. My toes are freezing. I then take the best, longest, and hottest shower ever which pretty much consisted of me sitting there listening to Balmorhea for 30 minutes. The best. I put on my warm things. I jump in bed. Never mind that it's 6pm. It's still raining.
These pictures hardly do the place justice in the least (point&shoot) Hopefully my film pics will do better. (coming soon...)
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