Anyways. My roommate Kristen is moving into a homestay and our friend Marina and I are going to stay with a family in Sol. I have never been so excited for a homecooked meal and hot water. We received a bio about the family and they seem so sweet! The mother is an architect and spends a lot of time working from home while her two grown daughters are there on occasion. Quite honestly, I would live with anyone at this point if it means I can get out of here.
Besides binge drinking at a 7 story club, bar hopping for 1 euro shots, and chugging boxed wine on the metro, I have been doing some very classy, cultural activities! Saturday night a few girls and I visited the Mercado de San Miguel for dinner. This market is really unique as it is a permanent building enclosing tons of different little food stands. Almost like musical chairs with tapas. Our first stop was to a flirtatious Italian man who called us pretty and gave us free cheese so that was cool. He made the most delicious whipped mozzarella that he topped with prosciutto and fig and spread across toast. Out of this world. We then explored some more and found organic empanadas, ceviche, smoked salmon tapas, dried fruit, gelato, and churros. Not too shabby.
Delicious.
The very next morning, we ate more churros. I need an intervention by Jenny Craig at this point. A famous chocolateria called Sin Gines was where we stopped for a "light" breakfast. Fried dough and thick melted chocolate made to drink is probably not light but who even cares. The Spanish know how to live. From here we ventured through a local market that sold everything from batteries to lingerie to paintings. It reminded me of the little markets in Mexico that my dad and I would spend hours at.
The next 2 hours of my day were spent getting lost. My friend Marina and I decided to pretend we were spontaneous and adventurous for a second and got on a random bus. Then we realized it was packed full of 80 year olds and was probably headed to an old person's home. We tried to transfer but ended up going the wrong direction on the Circular 2 bus and got a free tour of the city.
Marina lost as hell.
I'm off to go buy candy from Dulce King because our dinner was inedible. I hope I don't see the cute Spanish boy because I will be double fisting bags of candy for my roommate and wearing sweats. Until next time, keep me in mind.
(This song has absolutely nothing to do with anything but it's been stuck in my head all day)
Cruise, Florida Georgia Line
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