Elise and I met up in the Philadelphia airport to fly to Madrid and then on to San Sebastian for a beach trip on Spain's northern coast. We had some plane trouble on the way when the pilot announced about two hours into our trans-Atlantic flight that some of his navigation systems were down, so he was turning back. After a few hours delay, we took off again from Philly, landed in Madrid, hustled between terminals, and were the last ones on our flight to the tiny airport in San Sebastian.
I'll keep from giving most of the details, but San Sebastian is in the Basque region of Spain. It is a beach town of 184,000 (seems much smaller than that) on the Bay of Biscay in Spain's northeast corner, near France. The main beach, Playa de la Concha, is like a tiny horseshoe with Monte Urgull on one side and Monte Igualde on the other. It is an absolutely gorgeous town and is one of the best places either of us have ever been.
I had my first experience with tapas (appetizers at bars, since the Spanish eat dinner so late) on our first night. We got calimari...though we had options for sausages, seafoods, bocadillas (sandwiches), and Spain's famous ham, we were a little overwhelmed. The next day, we walked around town just exploring, ate a lunch of a baguette, ham, and some fruit, and climbed to the top of one of the mountains for a great view. Also ate at a Michelin-rated (S.S. has the highest concentration of Michelin-rated restaurants in the world) for a great price on Saturday night. The same thing the next day, but on the other mountain...then to Madrid on Sunday after we accidentally caught the Basque Festival, complete with boat races and thousands of people on the beach.
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