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1995 Gran Canaria: More Las Palmas de Gran Canaria
27 October 1995
As I said, siesta had just started. Every retail establishment other than restaurants would be closed from 1300 to 1600, some to 1800. It was time for me to do some more strolling, take some more pictures, and to eat lunch.
I wasn't in the mood to eat "Huevos Camino", whatever they were. Rather, I wanted to get some bread and cheese and nibble while walking. I walked parallel to the main streets, looking for something to eat. In a bakery I saw a woman tending a brick oven:
Soon I found a small supermercado. Browsing the shelves I noticed what looked like bags of styrofoam blocks. Upon closer inspection I saw that they were wrapped loaves of bread with all the crust cut off:
I would have liked to try them, but I didn't know what to do with the rest of the loaf. (I didn't see any street people in Las Palmas.) I settled for the roll with my cheese. I took a small bottle of yoghurt con fresa to drink.
As I walked along the city streets I noticed many signs and posters. The middle item is a call for participation in an attempt to set a world's record and be listed in the Guiness Book, but for the life of me, I couldn't figure out what it was that they were expecting us to do.
I was feeling pretty good, having completed my errand and had a sightseer's lunch. I switched my Apple QuickTake 100 into low-resolution mode and started snapping little vignettes of city life in Las Palmas. I walked by the preparations for a street fair:
I walked by a group of kids with bicyicles who had just gathered in a park.
I was passed by a bus of recruits into the army or navy. Their fresh haircuts and white tee-shirts reminded me of my first "buzz cut" in Fort Bragg, thirteen years ago. They looked as scared and disoriented as I probably did.
I passed crews of workers doing construction and repair:
I walked behind a big family that stretched out and snapped back, much like a catapillar, across half a city block:
A crowd gathered at the site of a car accident. After ensuring that the drivers were unharmed (I always have my Emergency Medical Technican's field kit with me) I snapped this picture:
Little did I know that I was about to come face to face with the Spanish military and civilian authorities, and sweet-talk myself out of a jam.
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