Vamos a la playa! [We go to the beach] But first, breakfast. We headed over to the local gourmet market Don Serapio to gather supplies for a ‘picnic in the park’ breakfast. Alan got fancy iberico ham and cheese, and I just bought too much pastry. I’m freaking hooked on those custard filled munchkin thingies. The park was a bit odd, but after loading up on sugar, Alan and I decided to go play on the swings. I kept pushing him higher and higher, with Alan hooting and hollering like an eight year old. Just like old times, huh? After, we noticed an old man in the park staring us down. We decided to leave, but the old man stared directly at us until we left. I think he was just jealous of our ladies. Creepy.
After breakfast, we took a quick siesta and then headed out to the beach. Seeing as how we spent last night at the main beach on the bay, I figured why not change things up a bit and head over to Zuriola Beach in Gros, on the the side of the river. Zuriola is a world famous surf break and there were a lot of boards in the water. I enjoyed body surfing in the waves and watching the surfers. I’ve never been so close to them and I was able to appreciate what a graceful, beautiful sport it really is. I considered even taking a lesson, but declined.
Zurioloa, like many other beaches in Spain has a lot of topless women, which historically I’ve been in favor of, but I may be ready to change my position. It seems as if the vast majority of topless beach goers were quite a bit older and not in the least bit attractive. God bless the Europeans and their non-self-conscious ways, but clearly decades of sun isn’t great for the skin and I’d just as well leave a little something to imagination. Well, ok, maybe not. I said ‘may be ready…’
The beach also had a rather impressive jetty, with massive chunks of marble and granite. I love to go scrambling, so off i went with my camera. And sandals. On slippery granite. Not the worlds greatest combination. I was soon huffing and puffing as some of these stones were easily 6 to 8 feet large. I got pretty far out there though and it was a great workout.
For dinner, we decided to part ways for a little private couples evening. I’ve had a blast thus far with Alan and Michelle, but wanted some time to romance the Missus. Jeremy Katoff had sent me a New York Times “36 hours in San Sebastian” article, so I followed their advice and headed to dinner at Narru. The room was recently renovated and had a very modern, comfortable decor, like something you could find in San Francisco. The food was superb. Jamie started with a creamy rice w/ shellfish and I had a bowl of mussels. For our main courses, Jamie had ‘Iberian Secret,’ a delicious, perfectly cooked cut of pork shoulder and I had pelayo squids cooked with Onions. The food here is off the charts good. All of the fish is so fresh, it is amazing.
Jamie and I took the long way home, strolling along the boardwalk, then through the old city. We stopped for gelato and sorbet, then walked over by the church and through town before arriving home. Two days in and I’m practically walking on air in San Sebastian.