Day 3 Getaria

Day 3: It was hot this morning, the walk from the hostel into San Sebastián felt like hard work… when will I get some easy days? The town is much like any seaside Spanish town: pretty, open plazas, gothic churches and the sea, always the sea. The relentless crashing of waves upon the land is a constant, yet here there is something different… the heavy sky. Bilious clouds slowly drift in, coating the tops of the hills in a blue grey haze, they blanket the land making it humid and sticky.

I left my boy’s image on the road to Getaria and wondered who would look.
I waited a while but the few who were passed had their own lives in their eyes to look at.Read more