Saldar...

Going to a different beach today. My camera battery died before I got to Plentzai yesterday. Don't worry, I recharged it. Supposedly this beach is better than Plentzai's.

Alright, I'm peacing out. Agur!

Edit:

Back from the beach. It's a surfing town called Selapo or something. The town's name, though simple in writing, is extremely difficult to pronounce correctly. Euskeran is so hard. But hey, at least now I can understand when people are speaking it as opposed to Spanish. At first I couldn't tell when people had jumped to a different language. Of course, no one has been cruel enough to speak Euskeran to me, but they do switch between languages in my presence when speaking with each other. Sometimes I know they're talking about me cause words like 'Amerikaino' and 'Shikagao' sound just like what they mean: American and Chicago. Also, I had a big breakthrough in deciphyring their accents which helped considerably. Obviously a native speaker of Spanish could understand them; but I liken it to a student of English who learned in Scotland, now finds themselves in an central African nation with a central African accent on their English. Sure, we can understand them, but it must be notoriously difficult for the student.

I have met some interesting people here too. There is a girl from Gallica, Spain where they speak neither Castillian nor Catalan Spanish but Gallican, a very peculiar variant that's dying pretty fast that I'm told is pretty close to old Portuguese and Ladino (Ladino is what Spanish was about 500 years ago). Of course, she only speaks Castillian here.

Anyways, the town I went to today was not even close as nice looking. The beach lay at the foot of very steep cliffs (and the cliffs were, in my opinion, the only thing worth going to the town for). A precarious descent down the cliffs takes you to the thin beach and tremendous waves that make this place a popular surfing destination. I took photos but it wasn't that great. The weather was fantastic, in the low 60ºs. Take that, Chicago.