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I wanted to go the mountains. Evidently, all of Spain and most of France had the same idea. Thusly, I have ended up on the beach, but this too was a near thing, seeing as to get to the beach I had to go through Pampalona, and the Festival of San Fernando starts tomorrow. I finally managed to get a bus, and now I am here.

I can sum San Sebastian up for you in exactly one image. This morning, I saw an old woman with a walker on the beach. Wearing a bikini. Seriously, this made my week. People don't try to hide aging here, but old people can be just and crazy and funky as young people.

The last four nights, I have been the only girl in a room full of stinky guys. Hummmm. I have been too fastidious so far on my trip. But I am catching the begining of the San Sebastain jazz festival tomorrow (Cassandra Wilson!), and a soccer game today (Dubuti Cup!) and I don't have any idea where I'm going next week.

I just got the the coolest thing ever. Two words: Tintin. Basque.

Brilliant.