Every Saturday, there is an open air or Farmer's Market out near the park. You name it, it's here. Fish heads, freshly prepared foods to go, freshly hand-made ravioli (love these), the largest, freshest veggies I've ever seen, smells, funks, sweets, interesting people, weird people, it's all here. Love Saturdays for this very reason. Have grown partial to the "juice Man" that I buy all my apple and orange juice from. He's the one I teased about buying so much candy for my other 12 children at home! So nice, he always bags my purchases which isn't normal here. There's a lot of nice here. There's the other stuff, too. Saw my first gang fight today in the same park. They use dog collars that hold their pit bulls and the other guys used the sticks that they beat their dogs with! Interesting. All of this was being narrated to me by an older woman sharing a park bench with me. She was highly disgusted. Although I didnt quite get all of her idioms, it was clear that she found them foul and foolish! So cute with all this violence not 20 feet away, and she is not even flappable! They are a tough breed here! That's all I've got for today. having issues with windows mobile not recognizing my stupid phone tips/advice appreciated. loving and missing everybody. not sure, but think I may be turning into a girlie girl! Be prepared! Bisous (kisses)
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