They got here Friday afternoon, and the weather really was not cooperating. It was rainy, but stopped just long enough for us to start walking to their Pensión...five minutes later we were caught in the pouring rain. Gee whiz! So Friday was mostly a travel day for them, but we took a little walk around the town and had Kebab for dinner/lunch. It was early even by American dinner hour standards, but filling enough so that a Spanish hour dinner was not required. My aunt got me some cool purple shoes as a fashionable bday present.
At night I went to a concert with my bro and it was a great time. Berri Txarrak, my favorite current Basque band. Well...technically it's the only band I know that sings all in Basque. Of course I didn't know the lyrics, but I recognized some of the melodies at least. Also, I would like to note beforehand the lead singer was outside a bar approximately 10 feet from us, but we were too shy to ask for a photo I guess haha.The venue was bigger than a bar, but small enough to be personal. And it was packed with Basque youth. YEAH! Afterwards, I had the post-rock-concert-partial-deafness as we headed to a hamburguesería for a late night snack. Oso ongi!Saturday my family went to Lourdes, France, so I got some stuff taken care of around here blah blah blah. At night though, we all went to eat at a pretty fancy restaurant, where one of my Spanish Club friend's dad is the chef/owner. I ordered txipirones en su tinta, squid in its own ink. Classic Donostiarra, right there! Sometimes I forget that not all of my fam understands Spanish. Because the waitress/chef would talk to us and I would respond without thinking of translating to English. But anyways.
Yesterday was the summation of their visit--lunch at my host family's house. Man, I was looking forward to that for a while, and it was as grand as I had hoped! :D We went over around 11, my mom, aunt, host madre, Kelsey, and I went to the kitchen to commence preparations. My uncle and host padre took a walk, despite the crummy weather. It was so pleasant, all of us cooking together and gesturing or translating. At the end of 2.5 hours of prep, there were 2 chickens with stuffing, dumplings, jamón serrano, salad, tomatos, and of course pan. ñaaaaaaaaaam! In all, there were 9 of us at the table, chatting in Spanish, English, and a mix. Pero qué divesión! I was really happy to have both my families together at once, minus my daddyo unfortunately. We were allowed a post-lunch siesta, and then the 6 of us went on a walk of San Sebastián. We saw a good part of town, and even stopped for churros y chocolate. Then near the beach the Spaniards bid farewell to the Americans, and later that night I said goodbye to my family. By now they are in Barcelona. It was a short but pleasant visit, I do declare.
