We got into San Sabastian late, so our first night, we just settled into our hostel, read our Twilight books (yes, all four of us are really into the Twilight series) and slept off any travel grogginess. The guy who checked us in was an energetic man and he explained the things we could do in San Sabastian on the map-sound effects included. We spent our only full daz there on the beach, swimming, relaxing and enjoying our dwindling hours together as a foursome. The next day we hiked to an old castle where we met some Oregonians who, coincidentally, lived pretty close to Raliegh Hills. The castle gave us a great view of the city and made us wish we had allotted a little more time there. After our hike, we gathered our ever-expanding baggage and did a long, slightly painful walk to the bus station. The bus ride was almost on par with some of the worst we’ve had. It was packed, the aircon didn’t work and Beth had to share her row with a baby who was seriously overdue for some diaper changing. The only upside of the bus ride was that we witnessed the most beautiful sunrise just as we approached Barcelona.
BARCELONA
Barcelona marked the last stop for us as a foursome. We spent our days, as we tend to whenever possible, on the beach. That’s not to say we didn’t soak in some Barcelona culture. We were awestruck by Gaudi’s buildings, especially Casa Mila and his unfinished cathedral, Sagrada Familia, both of which looked like they belonged in The Little Mermaid. We also went to the Picasso museum, which we really enjoyed. We consumed our fair share of tapas and sangria while we were there. We also made sure to go to the fountain at the Plaza de Espana on Saturday night to watch the water show, the fountain changed with music. When the 23rd rolled around, Beth was the first to go.We woke up early in the morning to see her off to Paris where she was headed to meet up with Steph. Danielle, Molly and Rachel spent the day doing some sight seeing, tanning and last minute souvenir shopping. When we returned to our hostel, we found that a pipe in the luggage room broke while we were out and our backpacks were waterlogged. Danielle only had a half hour to dry her stuff before catching her bus to Madrid to fly home. We frantically tried to dry some clothes with a hair dryer so she would have something dry to travel in. We parted ways with hugs and tears. It’s hard to believe that after four months together, connected at the hip, half of the group had left.
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