Basque Country
Did I mention I'm quarter Basque?? True Story.
So in the words of my people, Kaixo! :)
(or as I am slightly more familiar with, Hola!)
San Sebastian falls in the part of Spain known as Basque Country. Most everyone speaks Spanish, but they also speak Euskara... which is the language of the Basque people. It is unlike anything else i have ever heard. It seems like almost every word has the letter ¨X¨in it.
The basque people are actually very detached from Spain - in fact, they have been trying for years to claim their independence from spain. they have a different culture, different language, and even different food. everyone talks about basque food being really good -- but all i know is that everything has ¨Iberian Ham¨ in it and it really freaks me out.
All the bars (which by the way, spain has more of than any other european country according to one source) have ¨tapas¨on the counter... they´re these little plates of food with all sorts of strange combinations... ham, egg, fish... and lots of other things. im branching out -- trying weird things... im really working on the whole picky eater thing... but i still prefer to skip out on the meat when i can. The potatoe, tortilla, & egg bocadillos have become my favorite little meal aqui. yes, im really growing up. :)
everyone here is so friendly, welcoming. accomodating, helpful, and just genuinely excited to share their home with us. so far, it seems that theyre not even operating with ulterior motives, simply a lot of refreshing sincerity.ive seen more men with children here than a years worth in california. dad´s are always out on walks pushing strollers, holding their children, buying them ice cream, taking them to the beach... it´s great. the men are very paternal... very polite... very non-homophobic. occasionally one will walk inside the disco who smells like he just got done fighting a bull, but minus those few exceptions, we´re all impressed by the nice basque boys.
oh yeah, i fell in love last week. With a spaniard, or shall i say basque man. And he doesnt speak a lick of english... so you know it´s pretty serious. :) I told him he was muy guapo and i think he said that thats what his mom always says. Gosh i love him. Im wondering if i prioritized english too high on the list of necessities in a relationship. any advice??
hmm.... if i dont come home... look for a gorgeous basque man named Raul.
seriously. dual citizenship would be my dream come true.
only half kidding,
mel
So in the words of my people, Kaixo! :)
(or as I am slightly more familiar with, Hola!)
San Sebastian falls in the part of Spain known as Basque Country. Most everyone speaks Spanish, but they also speak Euskara... which is the language of the Basque people. It is unlike anything else i have ever heard. It seems like almost every word has the letter ¨X¨in it.
The basque people are actually very detached from Spain - in fact, they have been trying for years to claim their independence from spain. they have a different culture, different language, and even different food. everyone talks about basque food being really good -- but all i know is that everything has ¨Iberian Ham¨ in it and it really freaks me out.
All the bars (which by the way, spain has more of than any other european country according to one source) have ¨tapas¨on the counter... they´re these little plates of food with all sorts of strange combinations... ham, egg, fish... and lots of other things. im branching out -- trying weird things... im really working on the whole picky eater thing... but i still prefer to skip out on the meat when i can. The potatoe, tortilla, & egg bocadillos have become my favorite little meal aqui. yes, im really growing up. :)
everyone here is so friendly, welcoming. accomodating, helpful, and just genuinely excited to share their home with us. so far, it seems that theyre not even operating with ulterior motives, simply a lot of refreshing sincerity.ive seen more men with children here than a years worth in california. dad´s are always out on walks pushing strollers, holding their children, buying them ice cream, taking them to the beach... it´s great. the men are very paternal... very polite... very non-homophobic. occasionally one will walk inside the disco who smells like he just got done fighting a bull, but minus those few exceptions, we´re all impressed by the nice basque boys.
oh yeah, i fell in love last week. With a spaniard, or shall i say basque man. And he doesnt speak a lick of english... so you know it´s pretty serious. :) I told him he was muy guapo and i think he said that thats what his mom always says. Gosh i love him. Im wondering if i prioritized english too high on the list of necessities in a relationship. any advice??
hmm.... if i dont come home... look for a gorgeous basque man named Raul.
seriously. dual citizenship would be my dream come true.
only half kidding,
mel
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