Bordeaux and Palmiers

I never thought that I would be able to love a city that had so much rain.

I had always knocked London and Seattle off my list of places to live for this very reason–we curly-haired girls have to be careful where we go. And although the torrential rain here sometimes makes it difficult to get out of bed and trek the 30 minutes I have to walk between Amara and San Sebastian proper, where I go to school, it all seems worth it on nights like this.

I love my life here: I love surfing every day and smelling the salt on my skin even though it’s technically fall. I love eating tapas instead of dinner and not remembering the last time I actually sat down to a normal meal. I love speaking Spanish–it’s that childish wonder I got the first time I started speaking French, where you just say the first thing that pops into your head and hope it’s right. I love the classes, I love the city, I love the beach. And most of all, I love views on nights like this, where I feel like the sun was setting over the bridge just at that moment all for me.

To hell with the rain… with all this surfing, my hair’s wet all the time anyway.

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