Thursday, July 25, 1991
David flew to Madrid, Spain. This was one of those quick trips so I didn’t go. Still raining today but I have the urge to roam the streets - there must be a bargain somewhere.
Friday, July 26, 1991
Market day. I’m getting good at this. One of the ladies who has vegetables there recognizes me from the first time and proceeds to speak a little English for me. There are lots of vegetable, meat, fish, etc. booths and you just sort of pick one you like.
As I was glancing over the pork area at one booth, a kind gentlemen began to speak in French. When he realized I didn’t understand him, he apologized for not speaking English. He was very jovial and with sign language and a few mixed words, I managed to buy protraine fumee (bacon) and jambon (ham).
Other stores along the streets seem to post more specials on market days and I even manage to buy a few Christmas gifts at prices I could almost afford.
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Nautical Knitter
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June 5th, 2008 4:26 am
That was just like mom, always looking for a bargain, even in a country foreign to her.
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