San Sebastian: Summer on a stick

One thing I love about arriving at a city in the early hours is watching it wake up. After the longest and best night of sleep I´ve had in over a week (on a train, no less), I got into San Sebastian, Spain at 7:30 a.m. and couldn´t get into my hostel right away. So, I sat by the river where it widens and becomes the sea. Drinking grapefruit juice and eating chocolate wafer cookies from Greg´s mom, I watched kids walk to class, street vendors wash their windows, delivery men stock up the outdoor market and the world come alive.

I am still tired and now sick from the nonstop movement in Barcelona, but it´s nothing a couple of days on the beach can´t cure. Life is good.