Sunday I went with mi tío Pepe (He's Eva's brother and is 29) to El Rostro.
Every Sunday in Madrid, Spain's biggest flea market takes place. Though, it's not the type of flea market I would normally think of. We walked around and it was crazy. I could barely move, but according to Pepe, there were very few people there.
We didn't buy anything, but I want to go back and get a purse and some scarves. They were way cheaper and very pretty!!
After that we went to a few restaurants to get some lunch. At the first we had some tostadas and at the second, some tacos. We talked a lot, so it was great for me to practice my spanish. I only made one big mistake during the conversation, in which I was attempting to say that whenever my friends go out they get drunk, but accidentally said whenever they go out they get pregnant. (which in the states is a valid argument for some of my friends) Oh well, it happens. He laughed and we continued talking about movies and traveling and other randomness.
He said if I ever wanted to go out with Spaniards him and his girlfriend would take me and introduce me to their friends. Sounds good to me. Better than spending every waking hour in Sol.
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