I'm starting off in San Sebastian, Spain. Wikipedia it. Super legit tourist city about 20 km from the French border. A group of about 8 is traveling for fun, sightseeing, and surfing. Yes, surfing.
As a "I-will-only-swim-in-clear-water-to-avoid-aqua-predators" girl, surfing in cloudy water is a stretch for me. I've seen Lake Placid and Deep Blue Sea. I've also seen Jaws. Not my favorite movies. Cross your fingers for me.
On Friday, we're making the 1-hour tread to Pamplona for the Running of the Bulls. I will have my fully-charged camera and document every moment of me and the others girls standing on the sidelines. Lacking athleticism in just about every way, running from 1000 lb. bulls is just not my thing. Remember the mishap in Interlaken? Yup, not happening.
On Saturday, we're heading to Bordeaux, France, for Bastille Day. Bastille Day is basically like France's Fourth of July, but way less awesome. We're doing a winery tour, since Bordeaux is apparently the most famous red wine region in the world. After, we'll scope out the streets of Bordeaux for French fun.
Stay tuned for the most culturally-fueled post ever.
When I see any interstate sign in Italian or Spanish and I can read it, I'm like:
When I decide I want anything to eat, I'm like:
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