During my first stint writing a guidebook exactly four years ago, I got a bit of a crush. As SVV was already in the picture at that point, thank God the crush was not on a boy but a city.
A city that, unfortunately, I was too busy soaking in the beauty and culture to take any pictures that did it justice. But as SVV is always lecturing me: “Sometimes you just have to put down the camera and live in the now.”
That city was San Sebastian, obviously (given this post’s title), in the oh-so-lovely Basque Country.
Stretches of the Atlantic were quite reminiscent of Big Sur, and there was so much to do from surfing, day trips to coastal cities just over the border in France, all-night (and morning) tapas crawls.
I spent most mornings checking out the sites for the book…
…afternoons logging my notes into my laptop on the beach and working up a nice shade of red (I peeled for three weeks to come)…
…early evenings watching the sunset from one oceanfront restaurant or another…
…and nights burning the midnight oil with CouchSurfers or fellow Americans I met in my hostel.
Because I had such a big territory to cover in roughly five weeks—Aragon, Navarra, all of Basque and the hundreds of tiny towns scattered among the Pyrenees—I normally only stayed in a city for three or four days top. But San Sebastian I couldn’t bear to leave, and so I found myself bumming around for well over a week. And had I not been meeting SVV in Bilbao soon after, I might have stuck around…permanently.
San Sebastian, I will be back. After all, there’s room in my heart for two great loves.
*All photos taken with some crappy Canon point and shoot I would not recommend. Instead, opt for this pretty model, which will be my next pocket camera.