Espana . Me Gusta.

I rook the train from Biarritz to Hendaye, the last town in France, then I crosses the bridge into Spain. I wandered about in Irun trying to look like I knew where I was going. Then I decided I may be going the wrong way cause a fella with a backpack passes me. About face and follow him! I got my bearings bitten hung about the town as I was too early for the hostel.
I feel much better here in Spain because I can communicate.
Dinner was organic vegan, the only option. I sat with 5 German women and that was not a light and lively affair. Staid would be more the word. Persistent rain and cool temp. I am glad I am here. Following through on my wish, I am happy about that.
Feet appreciate the new shoes purchased. I did manage to cut one toenail too far back, so that is irritating, literally and figuratively.Læs mere