San Sebastian es muy loco!

I spent my first day in San Sebastian sun bathing topless and buying gorceries so I would have plenty to eat until my mom came to Madrid. My girls are sunburnt. Not gonna lie. Then the only other backpacker in my hostel, a small little Asain guy (29 years old, looked 16), invited me to climb the mountain with him after dinner. So I did. He was weezing and I was just trotting along. It made me feel good. Then when we were working our way down, he started patting me on the head and trying to get romantic. (Apparently in Japan, they are synonymous. Didn't know that.) I sad no, only friends and he said, yes, after tonight only friends and if he lived in Florida he would want to be my girlfriend. So I had to be really sharp with him, but I am glad I didn't have to use force. I could have knocked him out cold, no matter what martial arts he knew, I was sure my "kick him in the nuts and run" kung fu was stronger. He ended up leaving me so I could watch the sunset in peace, the way I knew my arents would if they were here.

I didn't go out that night because of the same girl-alone-in-a-strange-place issue. And to be honest, I am getting really tired of guys. In Euope, it's just excessive. And if you've met me, you know I love attention so me being tired of it means a lot. Or maybe I am just growing as a person. Today I slept in, and stayed in when I realized it was chilly and cloudy. I just read and ate. Fabulous.

When I was getting ready for bed a hostel employee, Fabio, and his friend, Fernardo, asked me to go out dancing with them. Friends from back home had been giving me grief for not going out much, so I went. At the first bar I saw a group of girls that were clearly American. They were blonde and drunk. Turns out they were from Texas. I invited them to the next bar we were going to. A discoteque (dance club) on the beach.

The club was hot and crowded and the drinks were making me feel light and you didn't know whose sweaty hand was where and you didnt care, you just followed the music. Just like you would expect in Spain. I kept cockblocking the Spainards because my American friends didn't have their wits about them. Somewhere along the way, Fabio left without alerting me. Then the American girls started getting ready to leave because one, Bren, was puking in the bathroom and another thought she was in love with some Spainish guy (a fact her fiancee would not be enthused about), and another was no where to be found.

I realized that in my tipsy happiness I had taken off my shoes and stockings, forgetting that is where I kept my 10 euro, which I hadn't had to spend because people were graciously buying me drinks and entrance to the clubs. So my money was gone. Oh well, only 10 euro. More importantly, my keys were gone. I looked and couldn't find them so Fernardo said he would walk me back to the hostel and let me in.

A good plan, until he and his friend Miguel got into a brawl with a bunch of midgets. No lie. Fernardo was confident and cocky, until he got cornered by like 12 of them. I followed and saw Miguel lying in the street, being kicked by like three of them so I turned around and went back in the club. Someone had turned in my keys so I walked back to my hostel. Wary and cold. Then my key wouldn't work so I had to pound on the door for about 15 minutes until someone decided to wake up (it was like 6am). I yelled at Fabio for abandoning me and told him about Fernardo, who strolled in about 30 minutes later, bruised but smiling. He then tried to let him sleep with me (I assume, because he only speaks Spanish) and I thought you abandoned me, just fought midgets, and you LOST. In what way is that supposed to woo me?

So wow, my friends got attacked by midgets.