I went to el rastro, an outdoor market that takes over blocks and blocks with tons of people. It reminded me of the Silk Market in China with all of the junk they sold. Some of the vendors literally must have taken a few boxes to their homes, packed up a few rooms and brought everything they had to sell at el rasto. Seriously, I saw family portaits for sale. Although...there was some cool jewlery and books that I might have to go back for.
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Instead of going for a run today, I took the camera to el parque del oeste to document my running route:
...jealous?
Yes, totally jealous. Are you jealous of 3 feet of snow, a beautiful blanket of white followed by days and days of snarling traffic, house-bound short tempers, gray slush, grocery store panic purchases, fights over parking spaces, mopping wet floors and complaining about shovel-induced back pain?
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