I'm staying in a nice hostel called Ongi Etorri, in the Parte Vieja section of San Sebastian. Parte vieja must mean 'party all night' because things don't really get going 'til late around here. People fill little bars eating pintxos (tapas of seafood, cured meats, small sandwiches, etc.) and drinking kenyas of beer. They socialize with friends and move on to the next place. People of all ages, eating and laughing. It was a nice energy. Though, the first night here, I found it much too foreign and intimidating. I still can't figure out why I'm so afraid to go into a place and eat. I don't speak their language. They may not speak mine. But we're both there for a purpose- them to sell me food, me to eat it. Somehow, we're going to figure out how to meet each other's objectives. Though I may end up with a stomach full of, well, deer stomach but I'll have learned something.
I went to the Plaza de Gipuzkoa to sit and think for a while about conquering my biggest fear: People. I have to figure out what makes me such a spaz sometimes.
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