Saturday–We are starting to feel like locals. We´ve been going around and around on their round abouts, drinking San Miguel and Sangria and almost always say Hola instead of hello. How more local can you get. So, today we decide to go to a local Saturday market in another of the many mountain towns…this one just off the coast, so not a long trek or winding roads, to a town called Mijas. Since we can´t read any of the signs (okay so we are not quite that local) I pull off at a gas station to ask how to get to Mijas, I say: “ Donde Esta Mijas” The response: Este es. I say: Huh? (That is Spanish for “Huh?”) She repeats Este es (you idiot) a quick flash back to my two years of Spanish in high school and I realize she is saying “this is it, you el idiot”.
So we wind down a small road off the freeway and there is the market. Lots of leather belts, pottery and most any Calvin Klein rip off you might ever want to buy…lots of CK´s on almost everything. Since Calvin has never been one of our favorites, and the belts look like they might fit around a Rhino, we walk away empty handed, except for the experience and a few video moments.
Just like the locals we took some time on this Saturday to do a little laundry
..unlike the locals we used the dryer in the room…in preference to flaunting bras, panties and jockey shorts on lines draping from the deck to a window…which is more of the local thing to do. And of course all of the locals are proud to show the CK symbol on everything displayed on the clothes line. Calvin is huge here.
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