No one would have come here with me, even if I’d asked them to, I thought to myself, shivering in the rain.
It was a late Friday morning. I was standing at a bus stop in the rain, in a Spanish city whose signs were written in Basque. Which was making matters more confusing as I don’t speak Basque.
A few days prior, when I’d spontaneously booked a trip to San Sebastian, I’d been playing with Google Maps. I noticed that San Sebastian wasn’t too far from the French border. So, I started looking at the towns along the border, and scrolling at the images. Nothing too interesting.
Until I found this:Continue reading “Hondarribia, Spain: No One Would Have Come With Me Here”