After a long day's journey through the sites of Mardrid, the sun was low in the sky as I stumbled upon Mercado de San Miguel. My eyes feasted on the crystal clear glass structure being held up by iron beams winding across the ceiling. Through the walls, you could see produce displayed like a vibrant… Continue reading WanderLust (or Love), a Curly-American Walks into a Spaniard Bar… (Primera Parte)