Last weekend, Kyle, Jaron, Dom, and I went to visit Katie in Irun. Irun is a little city on the border with France. It was so cute and the weather was beautiful. We walked around and found some kebab (ohhhh yes). I met Katie’s super nice roommates and enjoyed the comforts of her uber modern apartment. The kitchen was amazing! All the appliances are cleverly hidden and the cupboards have Lamborghini doors. Saturday, we went to St. Jean-de-Luz, a little beach town in France. That’s right, France. It took 20 minutes to get there and I got to practice my French phrases such as “cinq billets, s’il vous plait.” Unfortunately, my camera died on the first night of the trip, so I don’t have many pictures. I say unfortunately because the beach was too stunning. I wish I could have pictures to remember it by. We also ate some tasty, but expensive, crepes at a creperie by the sea.
I also managed to take some pictures of the city around my second school. It's called Igorre. It's lovely and quaint and nestled in a valley.
Oh, and if you thought they weren't serious about this whole Basque language thing, check out a picture of the sign-on screen for the computer. The whole computer is in Basque. My Basque lexicon is up to about 12 words now, which is 12 times what I knew when I moved here, so I think I'm doing pretty well.
On another note, where are all the people our age around here? It seems like everywhere we go, it’s either filled with teenagers or viejos. I’m confused. Maybe I just have old people habits or something?
5 comments:
Well, old people do love you. How about that election, huh?
I thought Catalan was a WTF language, but Basque looks completely incomprehensible. I won't even attempt to figure out pronunciation.
I know your in a backward continent over there, what is it called again? Errup? but did you hear that we have a black president? He's giving out reparations, but since your not here you get none, sorry.
You should go to Barcelona!
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