Sometimes holiday stops do not go exactly according to plan. Unfortunately, San Sebastian was one of these. What was to be the second great opportunity to top up the old tan quickly descended into a morass of grey clouds and wet drops. Okay, so that's the bad side. The good side was that this little border resort town has more bars that you can shake a diseased liver at. It also helped having, arguably, the best hostelier in Europe at your disposal: a Basque pocket rocket by the name of Asciar. Myself and the other residents of "Lolo Urban House" (note that down for future vacation reference kids) were treated to the most divine tapas in Spain (proper gourmet stuff) followed by many evenings of imbibing and carousing, and a German beer festival thrown into the bargain (okay, so it was Spain but if you closed your eyes and pretended ...). A fine time was definitely had by all - and the one afternoon of semi-sunshine allowed a good view of the bay, the heads and an enormous sand-sculpted Jesus ensemble that some enterprising soul had whipped up on the beach. So, adios España ... you folks certainly know the right way to show a travelling lad a good time.
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