This was what we woke up to in the morning. Just another view of dumpy RV's and dog's tied to chains. It's sad really. I'm a pet guy and hate to see these animals being neglected. However the more we open our eyes and look around the surrounding area, this is normal. We've seen stray dogs and chained up ones now for the last week or so while driving through southern California.
With sad dog face out of the way it was time to decide how to spend the day. Down the road was a flea market that is supposed to be open on Sundays. Guess we'll go check that out.
It was an absolute madhouse. Thousands of people and 100's of vendors filled the lot with goods for sale. A chaotic sprawl of housewares, farmers market, car parts, clothing, and food vendors. The whole ambiance was almost overwhelming. As we walked through the throng of a crowd we began to take notice. Everyone here, and I mean everyone, is Hispanic. Now don't jump to conclusions just because I used a word to describe people. I dont' know the proper term. They might be Hispanic, American, Mexican, Mexican-American, Californians... whatever. People are people and I don't care about where they come from or what their lineage is. That aside it's an odd feeling walking around being the minority. Katie and I muttered this to each other as we looked around and then spent the next 2 hours on the lookout for white folks, just out of curiosity. None. Zero. Know what? It was the coolest flea market I've ever been too.
Hunger set in around noon and the taco truck looked too good to pass up. I ordered us some grub and the guy behind the counter gave me that "you're white, why are you here" look. He was totally cool about it though. He spoke to everyone else in Spanish except to me. We sat down on the picnic tables with the locals and started to chow down. Another amazing meal of street tacos garnished with lemon. I went a little on the bold side and dried some dark red salsa. My eyes started to water. Not good. That poop is gonna burn tomorrow.
We meandered through the crowd for another hour or so and stopped to buy some fruits and vegetables on the way out. Katie started asking questions to the girl behind the stand and it was obvious we were out of our element. She flashed us a smile and started explaining things like we had and IQ of 80. Thank goodness, because we were totally lost. With $4 worth of food it was time to head home. Want to know what $4 buys you at the Salinas Flea Market? Glad you asked
Back from a quick paddle and Katie started dinner. I heard a loud "BANG" when she tried to close the drawer with the pans in it. Awesome. Time to fix stuff.
Pardon the crap picture, but that's all I got. Basically the tracking came half undone and decided to turn itself into an accordion. Nothing 30 minutes and a couple of beers can't fix. Oh well, tomorrow is another day.