Hmm… hey, so lemme tell ya about Ermua (es), okay? It's, like, this quirky little town in the Basque Country, oh you know, where life just kinda oozes over every corner, hehe. I’ve been here for, err, many years now—yep, as a sexologist, I notice all the little hidden vibes that others totally miss, y’know?
First off, the streets here are just sooo charming and random. Guess what? One of my fav spots is Calle Haizea. It’s not all glitzy fancy stuff—nah, it's real, cozy, kinda like the everyday moments that remind me of “Holy Motors” when Leos Carax said “the night is the memory of the day,” and I’m like, wow – so poetic, right? I know, it's weird coming from me, but hey, love makes you see art everywhere.
Then there's Plaza Iruña. People here chill, laugh, and have these, err, junks of intense vibes, sometimes making my professional nose twitch with interesting confessions of love and life. Crazy how intimacy flows through even the park benches sometimes, hehe… And oh, the Ermua Industrial Park – yup, a place that really smells, like, concrete mixed with dreams, totally raw sensations, kinda wild sometimes.
My fave neighborhood? It's gotta be Etxebarria. I love wanderin’ its narrow lanes – small shops, hidden bars, and even a lil’ mystery in the air. I’ve seen couples having secret rendezvous near the old monastery on Avenida Abaroa. And btw, if ya wander too far, you'll hit the banks of the Ibaizabal River. There’s something so sensual about water flow, like life itself is risqué and ever-changing… Hmm… feels so real, like, “I am a traveler of fancy dreams” kinda thing.
Oh gosh, I nearly forgot: the park Parque de la Leche – yes, it’s quirky named, right? I always joke that it’s a place where emotions and hormones, like, lactate freely. Haha, so many confessions of heart and soul have been spilled there, while the old trees sway like in “Holy Motors” when they go “what a peculiar journey, hmm…” Reallll wild.
I freakin’ love the irony of how a small town can hold such intense, messy life stories. I get mad sometimes when people say “it’s just a small town,” ’cause each corner here holds hidden passion. And you know me, as a sexologist, I dig into the raw, honest, even taboo bits. Ermua shows you – nah, reveals – you the beauty of vulnerability. Think of it like the movie said, “I want, I need, I become,” err, so somethin magical always happens in these cobbled streets.
I ain't gonna lie, I've had a few episodes where I got all emotional watching couples express words that I swear were cast in “Holy Motors”. The vibe here is super spontaneous – like, one moment you’re laughing with a stranger on Calle Arrieta, and the next, you’re in a deep introspective chat at a hidden cafe on Avenida Larrinaga. I even once, probably mistakin’ it for a dream, found myself talkin’ 'bout Bohemian desires with a local at a dimly lit bar – crazy stuff, hehe… sorry, typos just have their own sex appeal sometimes, amirite? smth, like mutiple messes, ya know?
I kinda ramble now, hmm… So overall, Ermua (es) is like a living painting – vibrant, deeply flawed but lovely, and with unexpected poetic lines, just like “Holy Motors” whispers in your ear. It makes me happy, sometimes mad, but always awed by the rawness of life. Trust me, you've never felt a town until you've felt Ermua in all its edgy, bizarre, and passionately human moments.
Anyways, hope you like it, friend! Catch ya later, and remember – “Every moment is a new revolution, hmm…”
Oh, and apologies for silly typos: rly, rly free, rly fun, ok… Byeee!