Word of the day: Shop. Two girls and a deluge of rain = shop. It appears that the little research I did before embarking on this trip was not 100% accurate. The claim of a year-round sunny destination spot is misleading and well, possibly out right false advertising. This was no more apparent as we roamed the streets of Marbella and Spanishlocals decked themselves out in standard issue rain gear: black rain boots and a mosaic of colorful umbrellas. Stores welcommed you with an umbrella stand and a big mat to wipe your feet before stepping onto the marble floors where I’m positive many tourists have busted their ass. Fortunately, I was not one of them.
It’s been raining buckets for upwards of 12 hours straight. Like the day we arrived, this is not the Florida-type rain where 2 inches of rain are dumped in 10 minutes, this is non-stop, hours on end, soaking down pours. Nevertheless, we trek out during one of the coveted times of the day when the rain subsided to non-hurrican e levels.
Umbrellas, rain coats and hats, we’re in the grey Fiat headed to “centro ciudad” where for 3 hours before siesta the cobblestone streets and narrow alleyways come alive with shop owners eager to sell shoes, vintage, designer gowns, ceramic wears and yes, even a few “Made in China” stores. I had nothing on my “to buy” list except maybe some soap and a new pair of Lucky jeans. I had forgotten soap and due to the rain situation I was desperate for a new pair of jeans that would allow me to wear my boots on top of my pants. After a stop at Zara where Michelle had found and purchased a sexy pair of over the knee boots, we discovered “Utopia”-a European consignment store, where the sign over the cash register read, “prices may vary according to customer attitude.” Genius, I thought, if only Starbucks would adopt such a model, I may be able to get a cappuccino for $2.00 rather than the standard $4.00. From there, my attention was quickly drawn to the full rack of fur coats. At my consignment store at home, in DC, there are typically one or two furs that line the back wall and never move from season to season. Here, the furs were categorized by short, stole, and full length–not only was there enough of a selection to keep a Russian ballet troupe warm, but they were neatly categorized by length, aniimal and color. Now let me preface, I have never desired a fur coat. Even through the brutality of Michigan winters 8 years ago, I never entertained the idea. Yet, here I was at a beach location on the coasat of Spain sifting through rabbit and squirel furs. With minimal contemplation, I decided on a medium brown rabbit tagged for 50 Euro. However, the shop keeper liked my attitude and offerred it to me for 45. And so the southern-raised, DC-adopated,international wanderer girl walked out with her first rabbit fur coat.