San Sebastian (The Basque Country)

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I’ll never forget what a friend told me when I asked him about European women just prior to my first trip to that continent. He said, “The most beautiful women in Europe are in Spain and the most beautiful women in Spain are in Northern Spain.” He was talking about the Basque Country in particular. I later heard similar stories from fellow PB’s who had been there and fought off all penile instincts to return to their respective countries. I’ll never forget my first day in San Sebastian, the summer resort capital of the Basque Province. I took the fast train down from Paris with two girls from New York City. We checked into the youth hostile and hurried to La Concha, the famed beach here in San Sebastian, to catch the last rays of sun before the day’s end and to see what everyone was ranting and raving about. As we stood on the edge of the beach, I looked out upon what I thought had to be paradise. One of the girls said to me, “I have never seen so many beautiful women in one place in my entire life!” I didn’t respond to her comment with anymore than a stunned grunt, as I was too busy figuring out where the hell was I going to start.

The Basque women possess a natural beauty that’s obvious to anyone who’s visited this region straddling the border of Spain and France. I cursed my mother for not raising me here in a land where teenage girls have bodies of women and walk around the beach in bikini bottoms greeting their male friends with hugs and kisses. I know, if I was growing up here and had girls this outrageous pressing their big, soft, naked breasts into my ribs and kissing me, I’m sure that I would have never left this beach; Super Wu!

Aside from the women, the place just looks like paradise. From a single vantage point on La Concha, you can actually see the beach to the north, mountains to the northwest, rolling hills and farmland to the southwest, a completely modern city directly to the south, the River Urumea to the east and the Parte Vieja [the old part of the city] with its classic cobble stone streets, old buildings, museums and statues to the northeast. On top of all that, the food is great, the wine is the best in all of Spain due to its proximity to the French wine country and this place absolutely rocks come nightfall. In fact, the only bad thing you could ever say about this place is that it rains too much because of those damn weather systems coming off the south of England. Bloody Limeys!

The nocturnal action centers around the Calle de San Fermin in the Parte Vieja. Yes, this is the same guy for whom Pamplona’s festival is named. He has got to be Spain’s favorite saint. You know he’s mine. The atmosphere here is incredible. The place is crowded with both old and young, until about 12am, especially in the summertime. Afterwards the YP shows itself. At last count there were something like 40 different bars and restaurants on this street and most every one of them is good. You can actually leave a bar with drink in hand, walk down the street while finishing it, put it down at the next bar and get a refill. Since most of the bars use the same glassware, the bartenders don’t care. In the US, the Arab guy yells at you, if you even take one sip out of the Big Gulp and try to pour yourself some more! La Piscina on Calle San Martin, Iguana on Calle San Jeronimo, Ezpalda on Calle Pescaderia and Keope on Calle Anoeta are the best discotecs in town. The university is also worth checking out if you’re here during the academic year, but DO NOT come here in August, when fat, bald pale Tourists is all you will see.

God Damn Factor 9.5

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