Madrid, Spain
This morning was class in the regular room, followed by a delightful afternoon of working until dinnertime. This evening we went out for sangría, followed by the Hard Rock Cafe again. I don’t remember how we ended up there – I think Ashley missed it the first time around and so we all went back for a reprise. This time there was no fake valley girl waiter – or if he was there, he was in his regular man-gear and I didn’t recognize him. I did get the tasty Fresh Spinach Alfredo and steamed broccoli. Mmm.
Afterwards we went to Plaza Mayor for some sidewalk shopping. Ten minutes into it, the cops busted the vendors and actually caught someone this time – we saw him get arrested. The vendors are usually too quick – they spread their wares on a cloth the size of a square baby blanket. Around the edges of this cloth is a drawstring, typically looped around a wrist or finger for easy access. Whenever someone calls out “Cop!”, they grab their blankets by the string, which instantly turns it into a bag containing all their stuff. Then they take off running. It’s very entertaining to watch because the cops show up several times a night and they have to do it all over again.
