It's different living in a city for a period of time than it is traveling there for a short visit. Your priorities are completely different. Instead of getting up early and rushing around to each of the tourist sites, you sleep in, lazily have your coffee and decide what needs to get done for the day.
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| Torres de Serranos |
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| "Welcome to my castle." |
Today, after three days of frustratingly drinking instant coffee from a water glass, we decided to visit a Carre Four (the European version of a Walmart) to purchase some necessities, including coffee mugs. We walked across the city center, did a touristy thing by climbing Torres de Serranos, then hopped bus 95 to the city outskirts. Carre Four was a humongous monstrosity of a store, with a full size grocery store within its walls. An iron, nail polish remover, beach towels and coffee mugs made the trip worth it and then back on bus 95 along with the other locals. I made room for an older Spanish women with a wheely cart full of groceries on the bus bench. She rattled off something to me in Spanish with a chuckle and I agreed whole heartedly with a smile. No clue what she said but I empathized with her, as I was tired and hot and carrying heavy bags. I'm pretty sure we understood each other.
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| LGBT parade |
After a short rest back home, we went out again to do some girly shopping and find some dinner. To our surprise we came across the Spanish version of the gay pride parade / festival in the center of the city, an enormous affair of loud bands, dancers, singers, drag queens, etc... So fun to see.
The best part about living in a foreign country for a short period is that you get to really experience the people. The REAL people. And then you realize how similar we all are on this planet.
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