On our last day in San Sebastian, 3 aussie party boys were feeling a little worse for wear. They kept us up all night alternating between yelling to the locals "ESPANOL"..and stomping their feet & clapping their hands to "thank god i'm a country boy". They finally went to bed around 5am. For this reason, I (jess) tackled today's adventure solo.
High on the mountain overlooking the beach at San Sebastian is a statue. Embarrassingly, i dont know who it is. It could be Jesus. Or it could be Saint Sebastian ( that would make sense). Either way, we decided to climb it. It was a BIG climb in the afternoon sun, but the views at the top were amazing; I'll let them do the talking..
Ahh.... we still really love San Sebastian.... farewell you gorgeous place!!
Later on, we jumped on a bus and crossed the border to France. You dont actually see a physical border line / sign, but it really is like there is an imaginery line drawn through the land. The landscape, architecture, everything suddenly changed. As did our dodgy language attempts: Adios to Spain, Bonjour to France!
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