This morning I got up by myself to go to the fruit market. It’s nice exploring by myself every once in a while. I saw a huge, antique clock tower and went to a small, family owned restaurant (there was only one menu at the place). I like going to those types of restaurants so much better because it’s less touristy, you’re directly supporting specific people, not huge industries, and it’s more homey and comfortable. Afterwards, I came back to the hostel and it started pouring but they have a screened in porch so I sat outside listening to the rain, reading my book, The Third Eye, and drinking tea. An adorable French dude was sitting out there twisting metal jewelry and telling me about his travels.
That night I made soup in the hostel kitchen with all the ingredients I bought from the market. The old Swedish lady helped me and I made a big, wonderful pot with carrots, onions, cabbage, and zucchini and shared it with the other hostelers. I sat on the porch, sharing wine with people from New York, Spain, Austria, Sweden, and France. What a diverse group! It was the perfect night. Everyone was sharing food, drinks, and stories. I was given chocolate cookies, spinach pies, hard boiled eggs, and sangrias. My absolutely favorite part of traveling is this exactly- meeting new people from around the world and exchanging cultures and backgrounds. The Austrian man was playing a weird looking instrument that sort of resembles a violin. He tried to teach me for a while but I gave up quickly.  |
| French guy (originally from Morocco) name Midi |
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