It´s a lazy day in San Sebastian; the rain is pouring down outside the window in our pension as Chris and I take a midday siesta. If Tangier is Europe´s Tijuana, than San Sebastian is its Cancun; and while I have become quite accustomed to viewing cities amidst bad weather, active precipitation and beach cities don´t seem to mix. A typical day here starts around 10:00 or 11:00 in the morning with a light breakfast, lunch is consumed around 2:00 in the afternoon and consists of a smattering of pintxos
(the Basque equivalent of tapas) and perhaps a beer or two or some Spanish wine. After a restful siesta, it´s time for dinner (9:00PM) which can either consist of hopping from pintxos bar to pintxos bar or a real sit down meal (San Sebastian has the highest concentration of Michelin stars in Europe). Full of good food, people pour out into the streets and the city becomes alive as everyone crawls the bars, carried on waves of music, laughter and jubilation. For the really adventurous, the clubs start to open their doors at 3:00AM allowing people to party until the sun comes up. They may not be an economic leader or a military powerhouse, but Spanish have figured out how to live a good life.