Probably because of its geological situation,
it is quite cool and comfortable in the morning.
The fresh breeze woke me up at 8`o clock which is too early for Spain.
I had a traditonal spanish "desayuno" and a nice talk with Isabelle`s Mom.
After the perfect breakfast, I took a bus from Ondaretta to the city centre.
The streets were empty and quite. People hadn`t woken up from the crazy party yet.
Following the map, I wandered in the labyrinth-like paths in the ancient town area of Donostia .
I decided to climb up the small hill which was situated by the old castle and canons.
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It took 10 to 15 minutes to get there. The scenenary is really spectacular.
You can see the sbeautiful shape of La Playa de la concha and the gold shinning beach.
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2006年6月9日 星期五
2006年5月27日 星期六
J`arrive~~Donostia~~
After several hours on the autoroute, I arrived at San Sebastian, the most beautiful basque town.
Unfortunately, it was not that easy to find my pension since the map I had wasn`t good enough. I tried
to use the bloody phone which you have to put 60 cents in advance. I called Isabelle who is the host of
the pension and she said she had given me the wrong address. So, I was told to go to another place which belongs
to her mother and I have to get there by taxi. I jumped on the taxi and tried to tell him I can`t speak Spanish
and I don`t know the exact place I was going. All I have was a vague address avec une grande mere etrangee.
The old lady is quite nice. She gave me the keys and asked me not to bring any other people back. My room was only allowed for one person.
She also told me I could have a map from her daughter`s place if I need one. She kindly explained how to go to her daughter`s place and she said
when I got there just shout "Mapa!!" on the answer machine.
The most interesting thing was she said everything in Spainsh and I understood perfectly.
As the evening approaching, the party-phenonment was gradually emerged on the street. There were more and more people hanging around.
I took a bus from Ondarreta to the Parte Vieja which costs only 0.95 euro. There were plenty of pensions and restaurants.
Some artists were playing some interesting instruments on the street and some were just singing. There seemed to be some kind of juvenile camping tours, therefore
teenagers were almost everywhere.
I was guieded to a net-cafe which is said to be owned by the kindest person in the world by my "Allons". I wrote Itizia who, is a friend of Gonzalo`s sister, to
tell her that I arrived safely but desperatly hungry. Hope she would reply and introduce me something cool here.
The first dinner wasn`t easy.
Since it was the first day here, I have been too shy to eat in a resturant which was full of people. I tried to find some decent and quiet place to eat but I failed.
It was 9 o`clock and I was bloody hungry. But, I was determined. I would not go to McDonald`s. I was very determined to have some pasta and cerveza for dinner.
After an hour struggling desperately, I found a restaurant which was not full.
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"Tortilla~~" ,was probably the only word occured in my mind. The waitress was very kind and she asked me if I needed anything else but in Spanish.
I magically understood as I had understood what Isabelle`s mom talking about.
It was a long and tiring day. I came from Bilbao to San Sebastian.
Unfortunately, it was not that easy to find my pension since the map I had wasn`t good enough. I tried
to use the bloody phone which you have to put 60 cents in advance. I called Isabelle who is the host of
the pension and she said she had given me the wrong address. So, I was told to go to another place which belongs
to her mother and I have to get there by taxi. I jumped on the taxi and tried to tell him I can`t speak Spanish
and I don`t know the exact place I was going. All I have was a vague address avec une grande mere etrangee.
The old lady is quite nice. She gave me the keys and asked me not to bring any other people back. My room was only allowed for one person.
She also told me I could have a map from her daughter`s place if I need one. She kindly explained how to go to her daughter`s place and she said
when I got there just shout "Mapa!!" on the answer machine.
The most interesting thing was she said everything in Spainsh and I understood perfectly.
As the evening approaching, the party-phenonment was gradually emerged on the street. There were more and more people hanging around.
I took a bus from Ondarreta to the Parte Vieja which costs only 0.95 euro. There were plenty of pensions and restaurants.
Some artists were playing some interesting instruments on the street and some were just singing. There seemed to be some kind of juvenile camping tours, therefore
teenagers were almost everywhere.
I was guieded to a net-cafe which is said to be owned by the kindest person in the world by my "Allons". I wrote Itizia who, is a friend of Gonzalo`s sister, to
tell her that I arrived safely but desperatly hungry. Hope she would reply and introduce me something cool here.
The first dinner wasn`t easy.
Since it was the first day here, I have been too shy to eat in a resturant which was full of people. I tried to find some decent and quiet place to eat but I failed.
It was 9 o`clock and I was bloody hungry. But, I was determined. I would not go to McDonald`s. I was very determined to have some pasta and cerveza for dinner.
After an hour struggling desperately, I found a restaurant which was not full.
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"Tortilla~~" ,was probably the only word occured in my mind. The waitress was very kind and she asked me if I needed anything else but in Spanish.
I magically understood as I had understood what Isabelle`s mom talking about.
It was a long and tiring day. I came from Bilbao to San Sebastian.
Bilbao, The adventure of Nord
It was a gloomy morning in Bilbao.
07:30.
I arrived with my small backpack which didn`t carry enough clothes because it was 37℃ in Madrid.
Malheusement, il faisait environ 18℃ ce matin.
I buried my hands in the pocket and tried to walk as fast as I could.
Pas de petit dejeuner, the only thing I had was a half-pack of chocolate and a half-bottle of Vittel.
Having Squirmed uncomforttably last night, I slept on the couch and woke up every 2 hours in drowsiness.
I was worried about catching a flu because the train was disastrously freezing. I put on all of my clothes which were another T-shirt and a pair of long pants.
I wrapped my neck with the small towel and I almost cut the curtain to make myself a bed.
Around 2 a.m, I was lying on the armchair alone with my eyes half-open. There was an old man standing outside
the gate carrying a suitcase which looks like the one a surgeon would have. It was a little bit creepy in the first place,
but I found out he was a good old man after he taught me how to adjust the armchair into a flat couch.
All in all, I ended up tossing and turning with a strange old man the first night in Spain.
If my memory was correct, I bought a preference ticket for the train which cost more than 100 euro without the discount from Europass.
Since El Corte Ingles hasn`t opened yet, I walked to Casco Viejo. Passing Plaza Nueva, the flagstone-made street was so quiet and peaceful.
After a few minutes promenade, I found myself in front of Catedral Santiago.
Having visited the old town, I turned to Guggengeim Museum directly. It was a quite long walk from the central town.
The street was clean and tranquil although there were some people rushing to their work.
I enjoyed the moment exploring the city with my "Let`s Go" in my hand and my camera on my chest.
Soon, the famous puppy of Guggemheim appeared.
Frank Gehry`s Guggenheim Museum, its elegenatly shining curves perfectly embodying the spiri of the new Bilbao, has powerfully
nourished the city`s prosperity to international prominence. The wavy shapes and flowing forms of the building are undoubtedly the most attractive.
With titanium sheath, it is said to be imagined as a iridescent fish.
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原來古根漢是一個現代藝術博物館，展出的主題都非常的有特色，除了讓人覺得有點無聊的阿茲提克王國文物展之外。
其中最讓我印象深刻的是巨大的木頭迷宮，大約三公尺高十幾公尺長的木板透過雨水和陽光的洗曬之後自然變形彎曲圍成迷宮的形狀，剛開始看的時候
會覺得這也稱的上藝術嗎?是的其實隱約我還是能感覺到那ㄧ點藝術的存在，現代藝術的訴求似乎是一種挑戰新的作畫方式以及表現素材的一種藝術，
素材是木頭，作畫的是大自然的力量，人力只是引導讓木頭如設計圖樣的彎曲，但是那傾斜地自然弧線是獨一無二且假上帝之手而成的。
另外一個令人覺得震撼的主題是五條三層樓高的細柱子，上面有紅色的跑馬燈，字幕是一首一首的詩由下往上流動著，以西、英、法三種不同的語言，就像一條逆行的瀑布，
我在這個瀑布前看了好久，感受那些巨大文字情緒。
還有許許多多非常有特色的現代藝術作品，有些原料甚至沒有辦法想像是如何做出來的，竟然可以拿來作畫。
出了古根漢之後，去旁邊的Information Center拿往Donostia的公車時刻表，順便問了這裡的電車要怎麼搭，雖然服務人員的英文很爛，不過卻是很有熱誠地想要幫忙。
拿了時刻表大約也是中午十二點半了，早上沒吃什麼東西餓的要死，路上有一些餐廳但是在體驗到西班牙人的破爛英文之後，想要鼓起勇氣走進一家餐廳都覺得困難，而且連
外面掛的菜單都看不懂，但是饑餓是可以給人動力的，最後我走進一家餐廳想起了佳儀教我的一點點西班牙文，沒想到他們竟然要ㄧ點以後才供應午餐，只好先點了一杯咖啡
和ㄧ片三明治壓壓驚。連喝了兩杯熱咖啡覺得溫暖多了，Bilbao到了中午還是有點偏涼，風很大，我坐在這個臨時的避難所裡寫日記，順便計畫待會的行程。
實在是太冷了，離開Bilbao前我去逛了一下El Corte Ingle，買了一件外套，在大街上的Zara買了一件T shirt，Zara真的是一個便宜又好看的好牌，價位大概就是台灣
的Net，但是品質實在是好太多太多了。這是一個必要的消費，我想刷老爸的卡他應該不會反對吧，是不是呢?爸爸。
下午三點多我搭客運到Donostia，傳說中巴斯克最美麗的城市。
07:30.
I arrived with my small backpack which didn`t carry enough clothes because it was 37℃ in Madrid.
Malheusement, il faisait environ 18℃ ce matin.
I buried my hands in the pocket and tried to walk as fast as I could.
Pas de petit dejeuner, the only thing I had was a half-pack of chocolate and a half-bottle of Vittel.
Having Squirmed uncomforttably last night, I slept on the couch and woke up every 2 hours in drowsiness.
I was worried about catching a flu because the train was disastrously freezing. I put on all of my clothes which were another T-shirt and a pair of long pants.
I wrapped my neck with the small towel and I almost cut the curtain to make myself a bed.
Around 2 a.m, I was lying on the armchair alone with my eyes half-open. There was an old man standing outside
the gate carrying a suitcase which looks like the one a surgeon would have. It was a little bit creepy in the first place,
but I found out he was a good old man after he taught me how to adjust the armchair into a flat couch.
All in all, I ended up tossing and turning with a strange old man the first night in Spain.
If my memory was correct, I bought a preference ticket for the train which cost more than 100 euro without the discount from Europass.
Since El Corte Ingles hasn`t opened yet, I walked to Casco Viejo. Passing Plaza Nueva, the flagstone-made street was so quiet and peaceful.
After a few minutes promenade, I found myself in front of Catedral Santiago.
Having visited the old town, I turned to Guggengeim Museum directly. It was a quite long walk from the central town.
The street was clean and tranquil although there were some people rushing to their work.
I enjoyed the moment exploring the city with my "Let`s Go" in my hand and my camera on my chest.
Soon, the famous puppy of Guggemheim appeared.
Frank Gehry`s Guggenheim Museum, its elegenatly shining curves perfectly embodying the spiri of the new Bilbao, has powerfully
nourished the city`s prosperity to international prominence. The wavy shapes and flowing forms of the building are undoubtedly the most attractive.
With titanium sheath, it is said to be imagined as a iridescent fish.
{###_marco1215/2/1121195537.jpg_###}
原來古根漢是一個現代藝術博物館，展出的主題都非常的有特色，除了讓人覺得有點無聊的阿茲提克王國文物展之外。
其中最讓我印象深刻的是巨大的木頭迷宮，大約三公尺高十幾公尺長的木板透過雨水和陽光的洗曬之後自然變形彎曲圍成迷宮的形狀，剛開始看的時候
會覺得這也稱的上藝術嗎?是的其實隱約我還是能感覺到那ㄧ點藝術的存在，現代藝術的訴求似乎是一種挑戰新的作畫方式以及表現素材的一種藝術，
素材是木頭，作畫的是大自然的力量，人力只是引導讓木頭如設計圖樣的彎曲，但是那傾斜地自然弧線是獨一無二且假上帝之手而成的。
另外一個令人覺得震撼的主題是五條三層樓高的細柱子，上面有紅色的跑馬燈，字幕是一首一首的詩由下往上流動著，以西、英、法三種不同的語言，就像一條逆行的瀑布，
我在這個瀑布前看了好久，感受那些巨大文字情緒。
還有許許多多非常有特色的現代藝術作品，有些原料甚至沒有辦法想像是如何做出來的，竟然可以拿來作畫。
出了古根漢之後，去旁邊的Information Center拿往Donostia的公車時刻表，順便問了這裡的電車要怎麼搭，雖然服務人員的英文很爛，不過卻是很有熱誠地想要幫忙。
拿了時刻表大約也是中午十二點半了，早上沒吃什麼東西餓的要死，路上有一些餐廳但是在體驗到西班牙人的破爛英文之後，想要鼓起勇氣走進一家餐廳都覺得困難，而且連
外面掛的菜單都看不懂，但是饑餓是可以給人動力的，最後我走進一家餐廳想起了佳儀教我的一點點西班牙文，沒想到他們竟然要ㄧ點以後才供應午餐，只好先點了一杯咖啡
和ㄧ片三明治壓壓驚。連喝了兩杯熱咖啡覺得溫暖多了，Bilbao到了中午還是有點偏涼，風很大，我坐在這個臨時的避難所裡寫日記，順便計畫待會的行程。
實在是太冷了，離開Bilbao前我去逛了一下El Corte Ingle，買了一件外套，在大街上的Zara買了一件T shirt，Zara真的是一個便宜又好看的好牌，價位大概就是台灣
的Net，但是品質實在是好太多太多了。這是一個必要的消費，我想刷老爸的卡他應該不會反對吧，是不是呢?爸爸。
下午三點多我搭客運到Donostia，傳說中巴斯克最美麗的城市。
2005年10月14日 星期五
Andrej is coming!!
I have an instinct today.
I can smell it.
When I was replying some questiones for travelling to Paris,
a suprising signal pumped up.
ALCEMIKAS!!
Thanks God. I didn`t shut down my ICQ.
He said he has already had his contract to Taiwan,
so he is coming next summer.
Isn`t it nice ?!
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We will get together again, the three of us.
I can smell it.
When I was replying some questiones for travelling to Paris,
a suprising signal pumped up.
ALCEMIKAS!!
Thanks God. I didn`t shut down my ICQ.
He said he has already had his contract to Taiwan,
so he is coming next summer.
Isn`t it nice ?!
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We will get together again, the three of us.
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