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Paloma showed me all around her hometown, a place that, up until my arrival, had only existed in my mind as vague images I had assembled during our time as roommates. I imagined smoky, sketchy Spaniards arguing in the streets while cars careened into one another and crazy garage pop blared everywhere under the dim lamplights of impossibly old architecture. I wasn’t far off.

Highlights included Paloma’s fave building, the Rialto, and the giant, colorful market where I saw more obscure animal parts for sale than Fiesta has ever come close to selling.