Sickies in San Sebastian

After a blissful first day in San Sebastian, we were looking forward to the relaxing days ahead. Little did we know the remainder of our holiday would be spent in bed feeling sicker than a teenage girl sculling a bottle of vodka before going on a roller-coaster - hell. 


Here are the three culprits, 


1. The tap water we drank in Barcelona had a very strange taste to it. In desperation after a night of many cocktails and jugs of sangria there were times when we had to drink out of our dodgy hostel's basin taps. 

2. After arriving in town late we went to a bar for a drink and some food. Starving we ate a few pinxtos made up of  a slice of bacon, chicken and aubergine on a slice of baguette. Unlike Barcelona where you grab the pinxtos you want, eat it and then take the toothpicks to the counter to pay, here as I picked up my chosen pinxtos the barman grabbed it out of my hand , cussing some sort of Spanish words, threw it in the microwave and then gave it back to me. I have a feeling it had been sitting there all day and the reheat clearly wasn't sufficient in killing the bacteria that invaded our bodies!

3. Rumour has it the mayonnaise in Spain can be a little funky. On our first, lovely beach day in San Sebastian we ordered a sandwich which in my poor attempt to translate the menu had hoped would be a ham and salad sandwich. It turned out to be ham, tuna, white asparagus, tomato, egg, mayonnaise and buttered white bread - not my cup of tea. This may not have been the source that made us awfully sick but the thought of it does make me sick, which is never a good sign. 

It was one of those nasty food groups that made us dreadfully ill for 5 days straight. We had terrible nausea and were forced to stay in bed, only able to drink powerade. NIL BY MOUTH was our motto as we felt so sick at the smell of Spanish food. After a few days we were getting our starve on and Matt did a dash to the McDonald's on the corner. All we craved was salty delicious chips. We had chips for dinner two night in a row - so so naughty. 

It took multiple packs of nurofen, powerade and foreign tummy tablets to convince us we could make it home. After a 30 minute walk to the bus station, missing our bus to Biarittz we had to get a cab to the train station followed by two trains to get us to the airport. By the time we got back to english speaking country, it was a sunday followed by a public holiday which meant doctor was out of the question so we just had to wait it out. Such a miserable end to our amazing Spanish fiesta.