extra onduladas!

Here in Spain, I have encountered some strange yet interesting flavors of chips:

So of course, like any other normal person, I have to try them. Jamon! Ham flavored chips?! Indeed, they taste like ham… which is so strange when you think about it, a ham flavored fried potato slice… The other ones, york’eso, are like a croque monsieur… I think the Spanish name for that is just “york.” I think the best thing I have eaten here so far is gazpacho. Even though it came from the cafeteria of the residencia which is not exactly famous for its quality food, it was still really good.

ease your feet in the sea

Took a bus on Saturday to San Sebastian, up on the northern coast of Spain and very close to France. The weather wasn’t ideal but for that reason, I think I enjoyed it more. There was no one around. The mist of rain in the air reminded me of Niagara Falls. Finding a place to stay was nearly impossible, I learned really fast what “completo” means. A group of five of us went but only two stayed back in San Sebastian, the others went on to Pamplona for the running of the bulls. I like animals and dislike crowds too much to be around anything like that. Everyone has their own definition of “fun,” mine would probably be trying to hug a cow rather than teasing it and running from it. Eventually a hotel was found, we got their last room, small yet still out of our ideal price range. It looked like a setting appropriate for a French nouvelle vague movie of the 1960’s and I mean that in the best way possible. Jenny and I went out for dinner at a little Middle Eastern place where we pleasantly changed the server’s perception of Americans and then visited the beach.