La Pulga

Today I went to the one of the biggest flea markets in the Valley.   While parking was free, entrance was a whopping fifty cents a head.  It was a fifty-cents well spent.

In one stall, I found the exact same discman that I used to own in high school, when discmans were at the height of technology.  Seeing the discman brought back so many memories of high school trips in an old bus and16 passenger vans.  

There were a lot of stalls at the flea market selling health and beauty aids, which included a surprising number of prescription medicines.  Need some Viagra?  Looking for a do-it-yourself Depo Provera injection?  Then I know just the flea market for you!

In addition to prescription strength medicine, the flea market offers a barber shop, multiple salons, and even an attorney (who is just steps from a stall selling chickens, ducks, and rabbits).  The flea market really is a one stop shop for all your needs.  One thing I did not need, however, was the Jabon Blanqueador.  I think the only way to make my skin any lighter is to make it transparent.

In the end, the only things Chris and I purchased at the flea market were nachos and a fried spiral potato on a stick.  We considered purchasing a lawn vacuum, excited to learn that such a device exists.   We even witnessed the machine suck-up cigarette butts and cardboard from the asphalt.  

In the end, though, we couldn't even commit to the lawn vacuum.  With all the leaves in our yard (apparently autumn in the Valley happens in March), I think we may regret not taking our chances.