There are things I remember from when I studied in Spain in college in '98 that I don't realize I remember until I see them again. It rained today and tonight it was still cloudy so when I stepped out of my pension about 8 everyone was out walking, as usual, only carrying big black umbrellas. None of those wimpy compact jobs around here, oh no. Only the cane handle full length, beat off an attacker kind of umbrella. I'd forgotten their popularity here. It started raining again while I was out and my flip flops got slippery and the sidewalks aren't all cement, a lot are like granite so they're slick so I'm walking very carefully and all these little old ladies in their heels with their giant black umbrellas just go striding by.
This is one of my favorite things about walking around exploring in Spain. You can be walking down any random street and all of a sudden turn a corner and find a very old building or church with a lovely fountain in front. I turned another corner and was in a little plaza and I could hear someone practicing a flute in an apartment above, and I could here Maná playing in a bar down below.
Sorry! I still can't figure out how to put more than one picture in per post, so all you get today is a fountain.