To San Sebastian
Walking from the bus station to my hostel I realized San Sebastian is even more beautiful than I remembered it. As I checked in to my hostel a light drizzle came and went,… Continue reading
Walking from the bus station to my hostel I realized San Sebastian is even more beautiful than I remembered it. As I checked in to my hostel a light drizzle came and went,… Continue reading
My body is a carnival of disease. Flowing through my veins are tetanus, diptheria, polio, typhoid fever, and yellow fever. And a common cold. And my foot is still sore. It was a… Continue reading
The morning after sleeping in the 300 year old Drover’s Inn (during which I admit I was a little disappointed to not encounter the ghost of the little girl on the bathroom wall)… Continue reading