Since moving to Barcelona about 90% of the locals have told me that San Sebastian, a city up north, is the greatest city in Spain. I decided to check it out this weekend and to be completely honest, my expectations weren’t too high. Since it’s winter, I figured it would be a cold and muggy ghost town; the city’s known for its food so at the very least I planned to do what I do best. I booked a hostel right on the beach thinking it would be empty because who wants to go to the beach in the middle of November– besides me, of course.
Boy was I wrong! I pretty much fell in love with San Sebastian the second my plane landed. Being that San Sebastian is a surfers’ haven, the city is crawling with surfers from all over the world. Every surfer I’ve ever known has such a passion for the art and that feeds into everything else they do in life. I’m speaking in generalities here, but they always seem to have such a sunny disposition & it’s absolutely infectious. I’ve never met a depressed surfer (except for Dylan McKay).
I spent the entire weekend laughing nonstop and even though a lot of the surf lingo was over my head, I never once felt left out. It was really nice to hear them talk about the different countries they’d surfed in and it was a pleasure to see the camaraderie and instant bond they formed with one another all because they had this one thing in common. I’m completely sold; as soon as I get back home I’m scheduling a surf lesson. Everyone was appalled that I’m a Cali beach lover who’s never surfed before. I’m looking forward to hitting the waves but I’m not excited about the water dripping out of my nose sporadically throughout the day (something else I had the pleasure of seeing over the weekend). Something about being in San Sebastian reminded me of home. I’m not sure if it was the close proximity to the ocean or the positive laid-back beach attitude that I was surrounded by, but this weekend was by far one of the best I’ve had since being in Spain, it was just what the doctor ordered.
Oh, I almost forgot! I only ate out twice, the food was really good but I enjoyed eating the food we made back at the hostel a lot more. One of the guys whipped up the most phenomenal vegetarian quesadillas I’ve ever tasted, then he threw together a pasta dish the next night and served it with chilled 40 ounce beers that we drank straight from the bottle (classy!).