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{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 general anxiety disorder. I found I had a much better time sitting on the curb outside with the rest of the homeless beggars, eating food bought on the cheap from a nearby grocery store.  We did grab a few tastes though. I had a small plate aceitunas de la abuela that made me wow. I had never had their like before. I don't know whose grandmother makes them, but surely it was not any of mine! {the butcher, the baker and the drunkness} I can say, if you want a really great touristy food experience, you would be better off going to one of your local friendly Museo de Jam ó n locations. And it isn't even all tourists hanging around. There are plenty

While I am in the middle of decompressing from my Spain trip, I get a nice welcome back to baja from the from the workers two lots over. We suppose the property has been bought out because all the businesses are gone and the locales have been gutted. (So long neighbors with the great tamales.) The guys were over there again; this time doing some controlled rubbish burning and I thought nothing of it. Even when I heard the sirens, I thought nothing... I only noted that the lame excuse for a dog Rocco didn't howl with the sirens as he usually does... even when I looked out the side door to see that the emergency vehicles had stopped in where the men were working I was only a bit puzzled... what I had to do was turn my daffy head to look further at back of the lot and see a huge plume of dark smoke! Oh! Yes. So there is a situation! The matter was dealt with quickly and no harm was done, but in this dry climate I was expecting anything to happen when I saw the fire...

{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 more cafes here that taco shops in Tijuana! How is this possible?! I know we are in the tourist parts of town, but man, just about everywhere you look you will see at least a dozen people effortlessly put together. So then why are so many people staring my way? I did not expect this in a capital city in Europe. I thought I would be politely ignored. Aren't there like 50 other more gorgeous people right over there? Aren't there 50 other better dressed people? Do I have a rabid weasel in my teeth? Is pus oozing from sores on my nose? This prompted Human and I to have a laugh and give ourselves new nicknames. Don Nadie and Doña Famosa . Hugo got the idea from being addressed at the fr