San Sebastian!

I'm here!! With a handful of my favorite girls on the face of the planet. . . enjoying God's beautiful scenery in this tiny corner of Spain. :)

Paris wound up being a blast... i met enough random people to last me a good while and i also thoroughly enjoyed wandering the streets alone all day. It´s a great city to purposefully get lost in.

But when it came time to leave, i was even more excited because i knew my friends were already in San Sebastian.

Quick side note: I dont remember if i mentioned how i got ripped off on my cab ride in NYC.... but yeah, the stupid driver charged me $80.... ya, $80 to get from JFK airport to the hotel! The girls told me later they only paid $45. And i thought the driver was just so nice... we talked the whole time... about india, christianity, hinduism, his ex girlfriend, the yankees,... i mean, i really just thought it must have been normal to be so expensive. he was so nice. Err...
and THAT about sums up what sometimes happens in New York.

I say that because when i landed in San Sebastian, i had absolutely no idea which direction to start heading towards to find my friends and my ¨pension amaiur¨ -- (kinda like a glorified hostel.) I didnt know if i could walk there, or should find a bus, or take a cab... the map was really unclear. So I opted for another cab ride to be on the safe side. While waiting, a nice man and woman offered to share their cab with me. I was stoked.... well, turns out the man spoke really good english and helped our cab driver find my place. Then, I went to pay for it, and he told me not to worry about it... i insisted, but he put my money away, smiled, and said, ¨Welcome to San Sebastian.¨
and THAT about sums up what sometimes happens here.

(Dont get me wrong... NY is great... you just gotta stay on your toes.)

All the girls from NY, plus my old roommate Emily and my friend Liz were all waiting for me here... in this fabulous little beach town we are all quickly falling in love with.

I'll write more about San Sebastian next time... but for now, i'll leave with this fun fact:

If ever there was a time my immaturity totally superceded my self control it has been here. For those of you who havent heard before, or maybe were like me and thought it was just some exaggerated myth.... i tell you the truth - EVERYONE has a lisp. Ok fine, Almost everyone.

and it gets me everytime!!

I´m constantly biting my tongue and doing my best to be respectful and decent and appear unaffected... but it takes everything in me to keep from falling over from laughing so hard. How do you take someone ¨theriouthly¨ when they have a these thick lisps? At home I usually never even notice when someone does... but for some reason - maybe just because ¨Thi¨and ¨Grathiath¨are words i hear all day long - i just cant get past it.

Thintherely,

Melody Wilthon