Speaking of spanish omelets...


On Sunday I was planning on meeting up with two of my friends from WashU who are in Madrid around 1 pm to go to Europe's biggest outdoor flea market. The market only stayed open till 3 so the plan was to go get tapas (duh!) after we walked around. Well, I woke up around 11:15 and knew I wasn't going to make it until 3 to eat so I decided I would go to El Mercado de San Miguel for breakfast and coffee. I was staying in Sol and the market was literally a 5 minute walk around the corner-- easy enough! After walking up and down the aisles, deciding which station I was going to eat at, I stopped at one that had beautiful spanish omelets sitting on their counters ready to be cut into and heated up. "Un tortilla por favor", I said, quickly pointing in the direction of the omelets, in case he had no clue what the hell I was trying to say. Luckily, he figured it out, and soon enough I had myself a slice of spanish omelette for breakfast. I then asked for "un cafe" to which I received a "no, no, cervesa? vino?". How was it that I was asking for coffee and instead I was being offered beer or wine? "Un Agua? Por favor?" "No, no agua, cervesa? Vino?" "Nada! Gracias" 


**Note: for anyone reading this who actually takes Spanish/knows Spanish, if what I am saying makes no sense, I am not surprised. Regardless the man understood me and thats all that counts**


What does a girl do when she can't get any water or coffee at 11:45 in the morning to accompany her spanish omelette? Order a Vino of course! Yup, I stood at one of the booths drinking wine and eating my spanish omelette for breakfast on Sunday Morning in Madrid. Not a bad start to a day if you ask me. And the best part about it, not one person looked at me strangely. I can only imagine the stares I would be getting back home if I were drinking wine with my breakfast at a bar alone on a Sunday morning. Uy!