|La Concha Beach, seen from our hotel-room window.|
The beach in San Sebastian is indeed shaped like a seashell. As in Nice and Monaco, the water is electric blue. Unlike Nice and Monaco, which have rocky shores that are uncomfortable to lie on, San Sebastian has fine, powdery sand, perfect for sunbathing. The problem we found, however, was that the beach was packed with people, and the water was, sad to say, filthy. (I know I already horrified you with the rat story yesterday, so I won't give you details. Suffice it to say that after the first day, my husband lost any desire to be in the water.)
But the beach wasn't the only attraction in this beautiful resort town. First of all, we had a great hotel room, overlooking both the city and the beach.
|Bobby on the balcony|
|Me on the balcony|
And once we left the hotel, we discovered a fascinating little town. First of all, we knew the beach was safe because of the enormous, watchful lifeguard, who stood guard over the children and the ships from the top of the hill overlooking the cove.
The food was spectacular. My children lost no time in finding their beloved baguettes and dividing the spoils amicably.
|The favorite baguette was the "x-shaped" one on the lower right shelf.|
|They pulled it apart on the street like it was a giant wishbone.|
There was so much to see and do. There was a long boardwalk alongside the beach that led up the hills, past the fishing dock, and into the old city.
There were exotic treats from the sea to sample at the docks. The very friendly Basque fisherman who served us was astounded at the bravery and adventuring spirit of this little troop of Americans.
|Yes, that's right, raw, shell-on shrimp (called quisquillas), eaten head and all, even by my vegetarian daughter.|
|We did not eat at McDonald's, but the kids were so amused to find it in this beautiful ancient city that they insisted we take a picture.|
Next stop: Seville, and our twentieth wedding anniversary.