The bread bag was empty. There was just a tiny piece of dry, two days-old bread.
Super! (It's not an ironic "super" exclamation.) I mean it, as it was perfect for the little sparrow that my husband feeds on the balcony but not for the three of us, and in that already dry condition.
Really, no problem, I can go to the corner shop that usually bakes baguettes, though you have to be very lucky to find those normal ones and not the overbaked bread that they sell to tourists. I am not sure do they (the owner and the staff of that corner shop) think we like those overbaked baguettes or if it is just a matter of neglecting the time of baking, or forgetting to take them out of the oven. Anyway, I put on my footwear and headed toward the shop. I opted to pass through the park that is close to it...
Everything seemed normal there, just a few young mothers with their little ones strolling through the park and playing on the playground and one voice that I paid attention to.
Hey, mipiano, don't go to the corner shop, you will not find what you are looking for.
I thought it was one of the little children playing there that called me but by my Hive username?? How strange is that, how would any of those toddlers know about our Blockchain? It was too weird not to check out better who was joking with me there.
A cute, red crab. He explained that there were people passing by earlier and ranting that the shop was closed. He was so bored, attached there to one tunnel in the playground... talking to the passers-by was a way of escaping from his motionless state and boredom. That's why he exposed to me a plan. It would make me get the thing I wanted to buy and he would move from his fate.
Step one.
Grab your card holder with a driving licence and bank cards as we need to drive a bit.
Step two.
Select a vehicle we would use to go on this adventure of finding the best French baguette in Spain.
Our journey just started but we messed up already at the beginning. We drove in the wrong direction and a police car appeared out of nowhere. A bit of negotiation with them so we didn't have to go to jail, however, our nice red car was taken away from us.
The red crab then found a motorcycle. Also matching his colour, we started to ride this red Vespa, making sure we drive in a good direction and paying attention to the traffic lights.
Red. Pfffff. The traffic light was conspiring against us. It never switched to green... No worries. Leave that Vespa there and let's try the metro. Buy a card.
Choose the line and the station where we would search for the desired item. Not sure we still remember what it was.
Enter the metro and enjoy the ride. To be honest, we expected a bit better wagon and not that old one. It didn't move at all. Moreover, the speakers announced a quick evacuation as there was a fire incident. We couldn't believe....what was happening here, that nothing went as planned?
What was good is that the fire could be put out with one of these fire extinguishers.
What was not so good is that it was allowed just for the firemen to use it. We couldn't help here - we left the metro station and found something better.
No comment for this one, right? This IS way better. These horses galloped well and we finally found a grocery shop that was open. Our adventure almost had a happy end.
We just had to open the fridge and take what we needed.
The feeling was not here though. I was not sure I needed any of these.
Damn, I forgot what I wanted to buy.
Maybe a red strawberry-watermelon smoothie? Yes, must be that...
Anyway, the red crab was happy and had a bit of fun but later I had to put him back on the playground. My path continued toward the shop which finally opened its doors and where I stood in front of the bread shelf... turning back after a few moments and going out without anything in my hand.
