18/08
We wake up early in the morning. They will be about two in the afternoon. I am told that during the night I was the author of deplorable incidents. I do not believe at all. In fact I ask my roommates because during the night continued in the post exchange bed. I will note that I did hallucinations. I suspect there is a conspiracy against me but I do not understand why. Anyway! As we first decided to start our own, will be a holiday in p cultural art. But not too much. We lack the means. We decided to go the Aquarium of San Sebastian, the happy medium between our culture and our fattanza. The aquarium is very nice, in addition to all the various crap, p Ezzi type of ship, huge bones of fish, some shells died billions of years ago, there is a wonderful gallery sa marina. This is a glass cylinder that runs completely immersed in water. Here we see the life from the depths in its reality. It 's very beautiful, I was not the first to see or in my life and I remain enthusiastic 
a. A little 'less Pao that despite the calm that seeks to demonstrate significantly terrified. As I will reveal later, although they admire the beauty of that environment disgusts him. To each his own. If I take me in a greenhouse, the risk of dying, I understand why. We go out with the corpse rico Pao and decide to climb Mount Urgull, which at that time t ry exactly above us. There is a whole maze of narrow streets that wind through the forest covering the slopes of Mt. All lead to the construction that is at the top. The reach. So we discover that this is a cross between a monastery and a fortress. On top to this is a huge statue of Christ overlooking the bay of San Sebastian 
. We had noticed the previous evening because hé during the fires and for the whole night is always bright as day. Catholic Spain that does not abandon us. The fortress-mon aster is not open to the public and the statue is practical catkins unattainable. Despite all our efforts we have to settle for watching from afar. Still a bit 'facts from the night before we wander aimlessly through the complex of buildings we encounter a hidden chapel. We thus discover that the whole architectural complex as is dedicated to the Holy Christ De La Mota! And I thought it was blasphemous. You never stop learning in this world. As we go down our group is divided, the Pao and Henry return to the hotel for the LocoRoco tim and, while I and Silvia cazzeggiano for 
the rest of the day including clothing shops, and gothic churches. Or at least for a wild ride through the city. Tracing. Welcome Return to our r we find the road completely blocked by a group of about fifty Brazilians. We manage to get to the hotel to rest in pre CISO when they start playing, c Antar and dance. Continue for the next six hours, which are essential to get some sleep. A little personal thought: over the past two years have always gone on holiday to European destinations are always different from each other. At each location there was a piece of Brazil. This year the dancers last year, Mr. Pizzirillo. What if you have a meaning? Boh? While we are in the room or pao And we get involved with rhythm and surrender to a frenetic dance , also dictated by our mental condition. Finally, we go out for dinner, the Brazilians ono s always there. In the meantime we are also added to the homeless year found that the threshold of our comfortable hotel. This is also great Semana. Facts about five meters, we are immediately approached by a friendly individual who wants to sell us drugs. Chat with this nice person, it turns out he worked in Prato for three years. Happy with our new friend we go to dinner and then devastation. The second night we are physically fit, so war! With a couple of drinks we enter into the heart of the party and begin to socialize with the patrons of this 
city-bar-chaos. Yes, because San Sebastian is in fact this is a huge nightclub bade born in the city without interruption. You can do whatever you want, it's like a big mass of people, private morality and stupid rules of conduct. At least this is the first impression you get. Or rather what we want to see. All those with whom I can talk during the evening are tourists who come there for the usual reason. Discard. And it succeeds very well. In a moment of lucidity I wonder if even those who live there, the Basques, the meaning of the holiday is the same of us ignorant tourists. I plan to document, but before I go to drink sangria otherwise risk becoming a teetotaler. After the corner reflective, we continue the narrative. The Silvia Pao and being both tired and boyfriends leave us to go to bed while I and Henry remain good to fight on the front of the party as the two heroes. The 
niziamo to socialize with friendly beings of the opposite sex to ours, but the language reveals a problem. I do not speak Basque and English with English ditto I have serious problems. Even with the Italian, now that I think, but that's another story. Henry seems to get along much better than me, but will be back home with me. Patience, the holiday is still beautiful and I'm enjoying my lot. It's five o'clock in the morning, bloated with alcohol and drugs we take the way home. As we climb the stairs one last thought asshole assails us. Broke down the door with a kick and as we burst into the room, sing a song loudly: Water from us' early spring we ...
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