San Sebastian instantly felt familiar. Perhaps is was the 3 straight days of grey drizzle with ocean views that brought back memories of Vancouver and Victoria living. We lucked out with gorgeous sun on the last day. The heart of the town is to the right.
Beach culture is so universal. This distressed facade reminded me of South Beach.
I’m constantly thinking about the differences between North America and Europe. First, note the painters names on carousel’s ceiling. And then there’s the mermaids.
Hints of future culinary delights.
Tapas, known as pintxos in Basque country, is my favorite way to eat. You get to see everything first and taste lots of different flavors. They hand you a plate, you pick up what you want, and they return to your table as is or warmed up. We want to Zeruko and it was incredible. Lots of authentic dishes plus molecular gastronomy that looked as good as it tasted.
I am a fan of pickles in the tuna salad so couldn’t believe it when I saw this tuna sandwich with a pickle bun.
Near the famous Wind Combs, or Peine del Viento, by Eduardo Chillida. I found this installation much more interesting. It harnesses the power of crashing waves, and they were very powerful, and transforms the strongest waves into these sprays. It was quite unpredictable and really fun to watch.
Are we starting to look alike?