Here I am, in a European hostel. The place has slanted floors, sketchy hot water, it's about to cave in and we love it. The view is great, everyone has their own bed, and it cost us 34 Euro each to stay here the whole weekend.San Sebastian is in the Basque country, which at first glance is a little intimidating. Once we step off the bus we're greeted with a new foreign country. The first thing that comes to mind is the legendary Basque separatists, who for the last two summers have attacked popular tourist spots. Then you see signs in Basque, a language with an abundance of k's and x's. It gives the impression of this almost fascist, almost Eastern sort of world. The architecture matches as well.Life here is just as good, though. San Sebastian is a more touristy town than Santander. Bars are just as frequent and the beaches aren't nearly as good. The nightlife is roughly the same, with popular international bars, lots of English speakers and just as many random, drunken, incoherent bastards. I knocked back a couple of potent Jack+Cokes and suddenly became fluent in Spanish.So my speaking skills are halfway there. Once I'm fluent sober, mission accomplished. Knowing that much gives me peace of mind enough to enjoy this trip. I just got off the phone with my mom and I committed to not travelling Europe alone. I feel like I made the right decision. My mom already wants to go to Europe next summer, and if I graduate rich (i.e. law school) I'll be more than able to go, say, race the Ring on my own terms.4 weeks in Spain to go.