There was a small outdoor market going on in the main square, just across the street from our hotel, and the streets were just bustling. We walked through a nice indoor market and did some window shopping.
The place was packed, and good ol' Mexican sounded perfect. We squeezed in at the tiny bar, and made friends with the cook. He was from Mexico, so we knew it was going to be good. Luckily he spoke pretty good English, and I was pretty up to speed with my Spanish at this point, that we had a nice little chat. A couple of beers and some delicious, fried and fresh Mexican food later, and we were happy campers.
While the night life was bustling, we decided to head in early. We were both coming down with bad colds, and needed to get some rest (especially after our all night adventure trying to work the washer and dryer in the Barcelona apartment!).
We stopped by the store to grab a few things, and I found heaven. Or just a huge WALL of Nutella. Can you hear the choir singing??
Early to bed and early to rise, we had a big Provincial Saturday morning market to find!