El Cliente Habitual

Ryan made it back to Leon with me and he immediately fell into my daily schedule. I think that after a week here he experienced a month worth of Spanish living. We even went to Cafe Misissipi (yes, spelled incorrectly) enough times to make Ryan a regular. In fact, he got waved to on the street by the cafe owner before I did! He also got to eat the best cruasan a la plancha ever: enormous and with peach jelly. I'll miss them like crazy.

More protests all over the place. Here they have been sleeping in tents for about a week now, and they don't seem to be moving out anytime soon. It made the usual view of the Gaudi palace a little less classy and elegant than usual, but it's interesting. Who knows- the Spanish protestors are the ones actually crazy enough to make a difference.

This is a must-have picture in Leon. I tried to convince him to stand on the N, but he refused. Instead, he's got one leg awkwardly on it just to show it's his. This picture would have been much cooler with me on the "L" as well, but traveling with 2 means the pictures are always one sided. I promise Ryan wasn't in Spain all alone. He did have one (wonderful) friend and photographer. He might argue with my chosen adjective.

Another favorite picture. I noticed Ryan's old ear piercings which were not being put to use and I prepared for an argument, but apparently it was unnecessary. We found a little piercing shop and bought him some stellar black studs which really just completed his look. Though I'm not sure he has them on yet in this picture...Then we went to the park to play on my favorite spiderman web. I hope to get credit when this photo makes it on the cover of Ry's album. And apparently some older Spanish peope stopped to watch and laugh, though I'm so used to being blatantly stared at that I didn't even notice.

Here's the "fake rain" which I've only found one other time since I've lived here. It got me mega points as a tour guide because I wasn't positive I'd find it on the first try. It felt really nice since it was super hot this past week. As you can see, he's also taking a picture of me, and he got a REALLY nice one of me making a face when I touched the cold water. I'll keep that one off the blog.

Who knew my city had a rose garden? Ryan did. I think his tattoo works as a tracker, because we found two new gardens in a matter of days.

This is the last random picture from this small park in Leon that I never go to, but loved to see it all in bloom. Around this time a group of teenage boys eyed us as they tried to find a semi- hidden spot to unload their backpacks which were surely filled with beer. Spain. Oh Spain.