On our way home from Bilbao we drove to beautiful gorgeous yummy San Sebastian.

Our plan was to go on the canoe ride on top of Monte Igelda (one of the summits overlooking the bay).

But if I had known that the ride was part of an amusement park I would had thought twice about going. I like to avoid amusement parks like the plague. There’s no other purpose for an amusement park like this one than to empty one’s wallet for a few head splitting rides. Fortunately there was a furnicular. For two euros each—down the mountain and up—going up the mountain for this (as well as the view) was worth the experience.

While waiting for our ride back up, the children and I hung out at the station.

These buildings are always charming when empty. I tried to imagine it during its heyday—highschool dates sneaking kisses in the corners, mothers ushering their little ones closer to them for safety, squeeling school aged children on field trips chaperoned by tired looking masters, the smell of oily hinges, sweaty collars and disinfected toilets.