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Leslie downloaded a mediocre Spanish-English dictionary and used it to resurrect some Spanish I vocabulary. - IMG_2403
view from the roof of an arena-turned-shopping-mall - IMG_2404
another - IMG_2451
the stairway in the building where our pension was located - IMG_2359
throwing colored light - IMG_2390
more cool door - IMG_0037
another excellent tapas dinner, at Tapas 24, where the menu is relentlessly in Catalan - IMG_0115
The English versions of menus in Spain are a lot like Chinese menus in the US. Crunchy balls yogurts and honey, anyone? Actually sounds pretty good. - IMG_2418
more views from the beach - IMG_2405
time for a little comida - IMG_0045
The boquerones were particularly good (more little fried whole fish). - IMG_2438
arm-out shot - IMG_2416
the beach, relatively desserted in November - IMG_0049
a better shot of ham-man - IMG_2462
We were amused that the stop signs said STOP. - IMG_2407
Sophie and Max stroll along the waterfront. - IMG_2437
Bryan, the beach - IMG_2473
shot out the window as we blow by Zumaia, another coastal town - IMG_2356
This facade tells the crucifixion story. Here's Modernist Jesus getting flogged. - IMG_2358
abstract stained glass - IMG_0090
Sophie and Max - IMG_0093
Max enjoys some assisted stair-climbing. - IMG_2400
Conference: CHECK! - IMG_0118
Restaurants typically open for dinner at 8:30, by which point we're ravenous, so we had a lot of places to ourselves. - IMG_2463
We located a parking garage, navigated the amazingly tight quarters, and refreshed ourselves with some sparkling water in the surfing town of Zarautz. - IMG_0094
siesta-time - IMG_0152
roasted lamb - IMG_2377
This facade tells the Nativity story. - IMG_0047
architecture! - IMG_0119
wine bottle in a cage. so sad.