We stayed in a hostel run by one of the nicest families I have ever come across. "She" ran the hostel part, while "he" ran an unrelated restaurant down the street. We ate the best Paella ever while enjoying our three hour dinner; not leaving until 11:30pm with unlimited wine, muscles, and miniature fish in the process.
I managed to get an acute case of tendinitis in my pes anserine bursa (left knee), perhaps from hitting the hills to hard with no warm-up, as in no riding uphill in the past two months. I have milking it with Ibuprofen in peroration for a thrashing this weekend.
Check out the sequence of photo's below:
I'm able to hold a good superman down the hill...
...all is going well for the picture...
...the fun ends when I can't make the turn and launch my self towards the Atlantic Ocean, thanks Kyle for getting this picture mid crash.
I had a little surprise on my ride, I never realized how massive an ostrich is.
When it rains it pours, the road on the left is a six kilometer climb. The road on the right is coming off the climb, just trying to give justice to how steep that one it. ...yea I cleaned it.
Paella. Ingredients include squid, muscles, full baby squid, clams, shrimp.
Our family at the restaurant. Where else does the owner demand to sit on your lap and take a picture? This guy was a blast.
Noah navigating San Sebastian.
