{our sexy legs} San Miguel Market. It was disgusting on a few levels. I was overwhelmed. At once attracted by interesting options and presentations of food and drink, and repelled by the people milling blithely around the cramped space. I hated the effect it had on me- basically inducing a panic attack. Oh, bless my …
Category Archives: Spain
No Pisar.
{i win all of art} I’m on the mother continent with an 11 dollar Mexican haircut. I have to punch (uh, pinch – thank you very much autocorrect bot) myself. Three days into my trip and though my feet are killing me I can’t seem to stop walking up and down all these streets! There are …