Flea Market

Just a quick entry for today: This morning I went to the Sunday flea market in the Plaza de Casacorro to see all the junk vendors. There were a lot of camiseta (t shirt) vendors with some really cute designs as well as some really vulgar ones. I’m expanding my vocabulary, but I don’t think that mother would really approve.

In the plaza, there were also several street performers. Spray painted Jesus came down from Puerta del Sol for his weekly gig on the corner of Los Estudios and San Millan, while three grimy, but infectiously cheerful Latin American performers sang some indigenous Andean songs on the opposite corner.

Later, Hector and I went for a drink of Vermut (vermouth) at a local drinking establishment, and then on to a tapas bar for some great tapas and Spanish wine. As always, Hector converses with me, patiently correcting my horrible grammar as we go.

He also gives me great commentary on any variety of subjects regarding Spain. I couldn’t have asked for a better host.

Tonight, I’m going to a Chinese New Year’s supper at the home of one of the students from my school. She is from Beijing and is preparing an authentic Chinese New Year’s supper for the group. I bought her some flowers at the market today, but I have to remove two from the bouquet so that I have the correct number to symbolize a prosperous new year ahead. I hope, that if she read yesterday’s blog, she has a sense of humor about it and I don’t come home with the flowers smacked over my head. Wish me well …

P.S. Later this evening, I ran across spray painted Jesus back in the Puerta del Sol, taking a break with Captain Hook ...