Hola!!
In the car once again. I feel special, I managed to catch up to yesterday! Woot woot! I think/hope this one’ll be short(er)… well, we’ll see. Before we start with day 4 (HAPPY CANADA DAY!! Love you, home land!), I have a general Spanish observation to make (although I suspect it’s more of a European thing than a Spanish thing): there are gay couple. Everywhere. It’s so refreshing! Take that, close-minded Americans! BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. (And yes; they are all hot. So sad.)

Alrighty, what did I do yesterday? Ah right! Yesterday was our beach day :D Looooovelovelove <3 Mom and dad woke me and Joe up to see if we wanted to go down to the spa (basically a hot tub), and joe went, but I stayed behind to sleep. I, ahem, may have stayed up a little later than I should have Adam googling the night before? Hey, we finally had WiFi, ok?! I just went a little overboard, and didn’t notice time. I did manage to drag myself up eventually, and we had breakfast at the B&B, then drove down to downtown San Sebastian, where we went to an authentic little grocery store and bought some bread, cheese, ham, olives, fruit, carrots, drinks and deserts for lunch, then packed it off to the beach. Walking there we tried to find beach towels so we’d have something to sit on, but for a beach town (for *any* town) they sure didn’t have anything. When we got to the beach it was like 35 degrees, and we noticed that they had these permanent tent-type things set up, and we found out you could rent one. It’s basically a tarp over your head to make shade (thank gooood, it was friggin hot), and three lawn chairs. Good deal :P

Before we ate dad and joe wanted to go in and cool off, and mom stayed behind. I said that maybe it was just a fluke the jellyfish thing before, so I go in. Sigh. Right away; a jellyfish. But it was teeny tiny, so I just went around it and tried to ignore it. UNTIL I noticed like, 12 others floating all around me, and Joe warning me to watch were I step cause ther were some I hadn’t noticed on the ground. I ran our of there as fast as I could without actually stepping on any, and didn’t go back it. I tried, once, and it ended disastrously with me being surrounded and having a mini panic attack… yeah… so anyway. I flat out refused after that. Everyone else made fun of me and called me a grump, but can you blame me?! Ali, I know you would have sunbathed with me at least :P <3 (Sigh, Miss you so much babe. And everyone else too. I wonder what the weather’s like in Ottawa? What are you doing for Canada day?)

We ate lunch, and then I lay in the sun for a while, but then it got too hot so I moved to the shade. It was sooo nice :D Basically, that’s all I did all day. I love the beach. Erm... I knew that there would probably be some topless people there… but I don’t think I realized to what point top are completely optional. Everywhere you turned there were girls walking around with tops, there was nowhere safe to look! (And like, 10 year olds running around stark naked. A little odd.) Poor Joe was the only person under 60 who wasn’t wearing a bikini… and even most of the 60 year old ones were!

Ooh, and btw. Apparentley it’s not just Madrid. San Sebastian was craaaaaawling with gorgeous guys!! It was even *better* than Madrid! Did NOT think that was possible…. I guess it’s not so much that were more hot guys necessarily, I think that’s pretty impossible, but there were less ugly ones. You know? Anyway, the beach scenery was FUN. All these mega-hot, shirtless guys playing soccer… I think I died and went to heaven. It was seriously, bliss :P My tan got even better that day, weeee!

Man, I really don’t remember this day very well. Maybe cause it´s media noche, midnight. Faaah. Alright, so after the beach we went back to the B&B to shower and change, then went back downtown to taste some of the local pinxhos again. That night was soooo much better! We managed to find this little place that was recommended both by our host and by dad´s guide book, and they were soooo good. Then we walked nice and easy to this restaurant that looked over the ocean our B&B host recommended, and for the first time this trip we actually didn´t have any trouble finding somewhere to eat. It was super good, and really cheap too, dad could´t stop raving. All I know is it tasted good :P

Umm, remember what I said before though, about freaking out the locals? Well, we kinda did it again. Me and Joe have been drinking juice and water this whole time, because we know restaurants don´t generally serve milk (and they don´t have non-alcoholic drink menus, so annoying!), but this time mom decided to ask and see. The waitress kind of did a double take, and she was like “Milk?!” and looked at us like she´d heard us wrong. We were like yeaaah… milk. So she repeated it again, really confused. She shook her head, so I was like, “Leche? (Spanish word for milk)” and she said yeah, milk. They had some, but she looked really flabbergasted (cool word). She asked us if we wanted it hot or cold (eww, hot?), then left, shocked and more than a little confused. She did bring it to us, her eyes still open waaay wide. And the milk was… er… interesting. It wasn’t cold, for one thing. You know how milk is best ice cold right? Well, this milk wasn’t hot… but it was warmish. Mmm. And we expected whole milk, since that’s all they usually have in Europe, but what we got was more than just whole. I swear to god, it tasted like cheese. Dad decided to google it, and it turns out that it was unpasteurized, “shelf stabilized” whole milk. … Um. What do you have to do to milk so that you can keep in on the shelf?! Explains why it wasn’t cold… anyway, we drank it. Seriously though, what do kids around here drink? Obviously not milk. And everytime we order juice they have to go check and see what juices they might use while making alcoholic drinks. Apparently Spanish kids grow up on water and pop.

As for the parents, we know what they drink! That restaurant gave you a bottle of wine per five adults, but since we were kids they just gave mom and dad the bottle and didn’t charge us for our milks, which was nice of them, especially considering most places charge you for water and the bread at the beginning (mom says it’s just cause they had no idea what to charge us for it, lol). But then dad was driving home (and up that winding road, not so good), so he gave most of it to mom. And they finished the bottle. Not to mention all the sangrias mom had before… Soooo, she was drunk *exactly*, but she was in a veeery good mood. We went out for a walk after supper on the boardwalk near the beach, and there was a playground nearby with a couple of teenagers hanging out (Bre’s party flashback!). They kinda just did their thing as we walked and dad took pictures of the hills light up at night, and then mom took it upon herself to climb onto one of those wooden horses mounted on a big spring and play. Those teenagers disappeared so fast! Lol, see what I mean? Freaking out the locals again!

Aaaand so ended our second day in San Sebastian. I’m actually quite pleasantly surprised that we spent most of the day at the beach… mom’s usually there an hour, then she wants to leave. Ah, the joys of 30 degree weather!

Ok, so this journal entry is probably going to be a bit interesting… there may be spelling mistakes and random jumps or repetition galore, because I wrote this in the car a few days ago, then at midnight last night, and then now right before we leave for supper, and I didn’t bother going back to see what I wrote before, soo… yeah. Keep that in mind :P

LOVE AND MISS YOU ALL!

(There. This one´s length wasn´t THAT bad, right?)