It's Christmas in San Sebastian and my tights are sandy.
The Atlantic coast is beautiful; December surfing, three nuns, fallen bicycles.
This morning, for breakfast, we layed on the bed and shared goat cheese, ripe tomatoes, pears, crispy bread, buttery croissants, chocolate, whole walnuts. The two ladies at our pension knocked on the door, smiled, and gave us tea and sugar cubes.
When we walk down the street, there is an enormous gothic cathedral. At night, the stained glass is hazy and the side lights illuminate the entire structure. Inside is eerie and cold.
Wow, the world is amazing.
So, cheers to bacon, jamon iberico, jamon serrano, chorizo, honey, strawberries, boroque cathedrals, gothic cathedrals, parades, wool, blue skies, and the ocean.
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