Plaza Nueva. (vía flickr)
this is where i would sit and read every day after class. this is also where i would inevitably cease studying prematurely and laugh at the gypsy who would bark at children while plucking his rusty guitar strings. the best part was that there were absolutely no consequences for him. it seemed that if you had dreadlocks and practiced sporadic hygiene, growling at toddlers was totally apropos. anyway, i liked him and pondered, albeit momentarily, washing my hair less often.
Madre mía, que hermosa es mi ciudad. La echo tanto de menos.
this is where i would sit and read every day after class. this is also where i would inevitably cease studying...