{"id":972,"date":"2014-07-06T15:01:03","date_gmt":"2014-07-06T21:01:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/triciakarsay.com\/guatemala\/?p=972"},"modified":"2014-07-06T15:01:03","modified_gmt":"2014-07-06T21:01:03","slug":"hola-san-sebastian","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/triciakarsay.com\/guatemala\/hola-san-sebastian\/","title":{"rendered":"Hola San Sebasti\u00e1n!"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"attachment_973\" style=\"width: 360px\" class=\"wp-caption alignright\"><a href=\"http:\/\/triciakarsay.com\/guatemala\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/20140705_142511.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-973\" class=\"wp-image-973\" style=\"margin-left: 10px;\" src=\"http:\/\/triciakarsay.com\/guatemala\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/20140705_142511-e1404630205962-768x1024.jpg\" alt=\"C'mon Stanley, it's time to get our Spain on!\" width=\"350\" height=\"467\" srcset=\"https:\/\/triciakarsay.com\/guatemala\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/20140705_142511-e1404630205962-768x1024.jpg 768w, https:\/\/triciakarsay.com\/guatemala\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/20140705_142511-e1404630205962-225x300.jpg 225w, https:\/\/triciakarsay.com\/guatemala\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/07\/20140705_142511-e1404630205962.jpg 1920w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 350px) 100vw, 350px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-973\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">C&#8217;mon Stanley, it&#8217;s time to get our Spain on!<\/p><\/div>\n<p>Holy jalape\u00f1o margaritas and jet lag batman, but I just slept for almost 15 hours which I haven&#8217;t done since Phil&#8217;s wedding.\u00a0 And believe it or not, that was mostly travel exhaustion and jet lag after being awake for like 48 hours straight.\u00a0 I really should have just went home and packed after happy hour, but who can resist <a title=\"Guantanamera NYC\" href=\"http:\/\/guantanamerany.com\" target=\"_blank\">Guantanamera<\/a>! And I had to say hasta luego to NYC, didn&#8217;t I?<\/p>\n<p>Anyway, here I am in lovely San Sebasti\u00e1n (Donostia in Basque), and have absolutely no idea where I am.\u00a0 I mean, I really really don&#8217;t.\u00a0 Not in the mood to figure it out right now so I thought I&#8217;d jump on and keep up the daily momentum of posting.<\/p>\n<p><em>Much later&#8230;<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Okay, so I just laid down after writing that to take a little power nap and poof, suddenly it was 8 a.m.\u00a0 I didn&#8217;t even take my boots off, or unpack Stanley, I wonder if my headlamp is in there.<\/p>\n<p>Wow, I guess that was one long ass travel day.\u00a0 Bronx to Manhattan to Queens to Frankfurt to Bilbao to San Sebasti\u00e1n.\u00a0\u00a0 Bus-train-train-plane-bratwurst-plane-bus-van.\u00a0 And that freakin&#8217; sausage probably didn&#8217;t help&#8230;knocked me the hell out.<\/p>\n<p>I rented this lovely loft apartment through airbnb from a woman named Teresa, where I&#8217;ll stay for the next three weeks to work and explore Northern Spain.\u00a0 Was in San Sebasti\u00e1n about 10 years ago, only for two days but really loved it and I&#8217;m super excited to have the opportunity to return&#8230;and pretend to myself I just up and moved to Spain.<\/p>\n<p>It does actually feel like I live here. The apartment is adorable and cozy and I am in a real neighborhood, with neighbors. Apparently the guy next door is a famous Basque painter.\u00a0 Teresa was away so I had to somehow get the keys from her friend Fatima.\u00a0 I was supposed to call her from the airport to tell her what time I would get to the bus station and then she was going to bring me here.\u00a0 Couldn&#8217;t get through to her when I landed, left some dodgy Spanish messages, I mean, who knows what I was saying all hopped up on pork and no sleep.<\/p>\n<p>So I just got off the bus and kinda sat there, waiting.\u00a0 Started chatting to some cool looking Spanish dude with a mountain bike who was also kinda sitting there, waiting. \u00a0 I asked some stupid questions in Spanish about how to make phone calls and whether or not this was the central bus station.\u00a0 I really didn&#8217;t know if I was in the right place, there were just a bunch of buses lined up in a row outside. On a street.\u00a0 It didn&#8217;t seem like much of a station to me.\u00a0 He was going to Asturias and starting a three week bike trip.\u00a0 Buena onda, hombre!<\/p>\n<p>Anyway, finally got through to Fatima, and I guess she understood me and my description of Stanley, because about 10 minutes later some kid who turned out to be her 11 year-old son, Merlin (pron. mair-leen), was running toward me yelling &#8220;Pah-tree-cia, venga, venga&#8221; so I followed him and we hopped into a van.\u00a0 He was such a trip!\u00a0 Very funny, friendly, animated kid.\u00a0 He spoke to me in English and I answered him in Spanish.\u00a0 I love doing that.\u00a0 Hmmm, wish I paid more attention to the route though, instead of yapping away, because when we were driving around my new barrio, it looked fairly labyrinthine and confusing.\u00a0 There were no visible street names and there seemed to be a roundabout every two seconds.\u00a0 And I get very confused on roundabouts.<\/p>\n<p>And then I got here and apparently passed out before taking my boots off.<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p><em><strong>Spanish spoken:<\/strong> A lot. Airport bus driver, random guy, Fatima (phone), Fatima (in person) and Merlin.<\/em><br \/>\n<em><strong> Food eaten:<\/strong> Bratwurst. Lufthansa cream cheese wrap.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Holy jalape\u00f1o margaritas and jet lag batman, but I just slept for almost 15 hours which I haven&#8217;t done since Phil&#8217;s wedding.\u00a0 And believe it or not, that was mostly travel exhaustion and jet lag after being awake for like 48 hours straight.\u00a0 I really should have just went home and packed after happy hour, [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[17],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-972","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-san-sebastian"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/triciakarsay.com\/guatemala\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/972","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/triciakarsay.com\/guatemala\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/triciakarsay.com\/guatemala\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/triciakarsay.com\/guatemala\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/triciakarsay.com\/guatemala\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=972"}],"version-history":[{"count":9,"href":"https:\/\/triciakarsay.com\/guatemala\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/972\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":990,"href":"https:\/\/triciakarsay.com\/guatemala\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/972\/revisions\/990"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/triciakarsay.com\/guatemala\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=972"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/triciakarsay.com\/guatemala\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=972"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/triciakarsay.com\/guatemala\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=972"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}