sweet gelati on a Sunday

What did you do today? "Just a quick trip to France and back actually…without even meaning to". We had jumped on a train to book our overnight journey from San Sebastian to Paris and had ended up in a little town where I noticed they answered my broken Spanish in a completely different language. Well oh my, it seems we are in a completely different country. Little do we know that tomorrow night we will spent the night in this small French border town called Hendaye, on a train going nowhere.

Back in San Sebastian the weather is warm and the dresses are on as we check out the surf. Boasted as Basque Country's most stylish city it feels much smaller than its 183,000. I guess you could call it stylish, you could also call it swanky, or maybe sophisticated with its upscale apartments lining the promenade and designer clothing stores dotted down the shopping strips. The waiter gives us a free serve of San Sebastian's signature Pintxos… which is much like tapas… because we clearly have no idea what is going on. The old town is jammed packed with pintxos bars. Peek in the doorway and you spy plates and plates of cute creations on baby baguettes…and just as many people standing and chatting while nibbling on these mini meals and drinking glasses of wine.

We make the most of the muggy breeze with sweet gelati. Giggling like children in a playground we skip to the pastel-coloured carrousel and race for the best ponies, Sigrid glaring at the little girl that scored the good ones before us. Round and round and round and we turn the ride into a photo shoot on a warm Sunday afternoon.