jueves, 3 de marzo de 2016
Perfect Day 5
I think that "the perfect day" does not exist, but most of the days are good days, almost perfect days. But, if I stop to think about it, I can imagine... It would be Sunday, noon, the alarm clock wouldn't ring. I would sleep home with my boyfriend. We would wake up and we would go to the 'Rastro'. The 'Rastro' is more varied than markets in other towns. It is the biggest entertainment on a Sunday morning. Time to eat, we would eat in a Senegalese restaurant in Lavapies, Mamado. Mamado is the cheapest and tastiest of the Senegalese restaurants. In the afternoon, we would go to the Retiro. We would take some beers and we would play guitar and we would sing! I don't need more for my perfect day.