San Sebastián, Spain.

So this was a while coming, but I journeyed out to San Sebastián this weekend with a couple of friends to enjoy some fun in the sun. San Sebastián is a little beach town in the north of Spain, just a little bit further south of France. Just like in Barcelona, San Sebastián has their own language, Basque, that is different from Spanish, but unlike Barcelona, it is completely unrelated because it doesn't share Latin and Greek roots.

Haha, we were too cheap to pay for a hostel (it is actually pretty expensive there!) so we took an overnight bus on Friday, arriving on Saturday morning just in time to catch most Spaniards our age making their way back home from a night of fiestas. Since the town is so much smaller than Madrid, we were able to see most of the important sights in the morning while it was still cloudy and then just hit the beach once it got warm and toasty.

I hope you are all super jealous of this. I had to sit on a bus for 5 1/2 hours and paid an arm and a leg just to get here, haha!

When you don't get a lot of sleep on the overnight bus thanks to some crazy bitches behind you, this is how you do at 7am

Old school-looking vista of the beach town

What would a trip to another Spanish city be without a visit to a church?

JESUS CHRIST! ...Really

Enjoying the calm before the storm. Except there was no storm that day, yay! Can you tell which one is me?

Right before we went to the beach, we stopped at what seemed like a music school,

where it seemed like

everyone and their mother

was taking wedding pictures that day, so it only seemed natural

that I had my own informal wedding photo opp!

Speaking of weddings, we ran into two bachelor parties that night - the French'll cross the border to kiss away single life!

San Sebastián is famous for their tapas - called pintxos en Basque - that they just lay out on the bar and a lot of your tab is based on your honesty and/or the number of toothpicks you collect

So that is the tale of my 36 hour journey to San Sebastián. I thought my bus trip there was a real nightmare, but that was before I got on to go home. Just as I was falling asleep, the bus pulled over to pick up more people, two groups of which decided that it was totally fine to continue to fiesta on the bus. Everything was jolly until one chick started yakking in the back. At least that shut her up for the rest of the trip. By 2:30am, I was jonesing to use the bathroom, but we never made any pit stops like we did when we came. Didn't realize there was a port-a-potty-esque thing on the bus until 4:30am, so I had to use that. Unfortunately, my friend saw me get up but didn't realize I was still on the bus, so she was telling the bus driver not to pull away without me. So there I was, squatting over the dinky plastic when I hear this lady scream, "ESPERA, NOS FALTA LA EXTRANJERA!" Basically, "WAIT, WE'RE MISSING THE FOREIGN CHICK!" It was just dandy hearing this in the stall. Other than that, though, I loved San Sebastián!

I know all of you guys only reached it to the very end because you thought I would give you another glimpse of a topless beach, YOU SICK PERVS. In case you were wondering, though, it was a top-optional beach! Hahaha, psych! Have a great week!