sundays are definitely the greatest day of the week here. without a doubt. you get to sleep in (always a plus) and because a large majority of shops are closed (especially in our neighborhood) there's really nothing to do but go out for lunch. (todo la gente is out with their families and adorable babous, chillin out and eating). We sat in the Plaza de Ortegas for about four hours people watching and having beers and tapas. Of course the usual street folk were there, and a glorious sountrack of flamenco guitar served to highlight the total spanishness of the experience. it was so stereotypically what you think of spain, basking in the sun with your tapas while the little kids run around and women dance flamenco in the streets, it is unreal. theres no hurry nor rush and not a care in the world, all any of us have to do is just be, and if the camarero feels like passing our way, maybe we order una mas cana.
in other news, i found palomitas (popcorn) at the grocery store so have not only learned the word for popcorn but showed jamie my technique-shes only ever done the microwave version so i'd like to think i opened her up to a whole new world of popportunity (ha, like that?). suffice it to say she was impressed with my skills. i did it full on waverley style, complete with garlic salt and parsley. i may be able to give up burritos for three months (probably better for me anyway), but popcorn? you gotta be crazy.
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