I love food I do. Bloody love it. So it makes me very happy to be living in a city known worldwide for its culinary delights (two of the top ten restaurants in the world are in San Sebastián). Over here in the Basque Country they're called pinchos, not tapas. Ask for tapas or paella and they'll probably tell you to fuck off. There's a bar I've visited the past two nights in La Parte Vieja, I can't remember the name of the place but the food is incredible. A lot of it is seafood like salmon, cod and anchoves, all weirdly presented in crepes or on sticks in mad shapes. I don't know, it just looks weird from the usual cheeseburgers I'm used to from McDonalds. Now I used to be a bit of a fussy eater however nowadays I'm more willing to try new things. I was brought up on a diet of Turkey Drummers, Alphabites and Spaghetti Hoops. If we ever asked mum what was for tea, the reply would usually be: "Summut out the freezer". Unless it was wednesday and our Mandy was round then it'd definately be fajitas (we once had fajitas for Christmas dinner because mum thought it'd be something different). Anyway, you've got to get balls deep in food when you're here and try as much as you can. Nearly all bars serves pinchos until the early hours and they usually cost around €2 each. I don't know much about pinchos etiquette but it's better to eat just one or two at a time. If it was upto me I'd treat it like a finger buffet only with less party sausage rolls. You don't pay for em until you leave and there are a lot of people in the bar at any time so I think they trust you to be honest. They don't know I'm from Hull.
So the weekend...don't really know what happened Friday. I met a few fellow language assistants in the old part of the town and we went to a few bars, walked along the beach then went back to another bar. The beach looks incredible on a night when its all lit up plus the weather was banging! A few of them were from America and even though we may speak the same language, we can be worlds apart. They just don't do sarcasm, but they're lovely nonetheless.
We ended up in a bar called Mendaur, a social hotspot for surfers and erasmus students. I met one lad from Manchester who was on a surfing trip. I can't tell you how good it was to hear a northern accent.
One minute I'm enjoying the hustle and bustle of the old town, the pinchos, the tiny taverns and then the next minute I've walked into my own Magaluf nightmare with music such as Black Eyed Peas (with two songs played one after the other), We Speak No Americano (don't know if anyone has heard that song but I think it could be big) and horrible, horrible Europop. There was only one way to handle it: Jagermeister. It all went a bit downhill after that. After Mendaur closed I ended up in a club called Victoria Cafe with a spanish guy called Gonzalo, a mexican called Pepe and a lass called Rhiannon. I only found this out the next day when I had a friend request from Gonzalo and he informed me that he went to the toilet and when he came back I had gone.
I spent Saturday feeling like utter shite. I watched the new episodes of 30 Rock which are hilarious. Baldwin steals it every time. I went out for a few beers in the old town again but nothing major, got to tighten the purse strings a little bit.
Today it completely pissed it down non-stop and seen as its a sunday, most shops are shut so I had the last of my bread. Didn't really fancy going into town cos I'd get completely piss soaked through. Apparently San Sebastián is the rainiest city in Spain with November being the worst month. I'll be glad to get that month out the way...
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