I arrived late last night at my camp in a small town called Zarautz where my Basque friend Leire lives. According to her it is the nicest costal town norther spain has to offer. We spent the day hanging out and catching up at the beach, she gave me the grand tour of Zarautz and then answered all of my annoying and questions about Basque culture.
The surf camp has merged with the Running of the bulls camp which I wasn’t aware of. The camp is perched on top of a hill overlooking the bay which is pretty nice, but a pain to climb after a swim or surf.
