El corte inglés.

You've got to watch out for purse thieves up in here! I went out to eat today with a couple of girls who are in the same program I am, and one of them put her purse down on the floor while she ate. The next thing she knew, she realized that her bag was missing. We searched everywhere, but nothing. This random Spanish guy who was also at the restaurant took us all over the place, trying to help us find the stolen purse, but nope. She had money, her mobile, her apartment keys, her credit cards and a bunch of other stuff in there. That sucks.

They told us that thieves usually leave the purse and the non-valuable stuff in a trash can, so we went around the mall (I mean, the 'centro comercial') looking into trash cans. That felt a little silly, but it felt even sillier when Í'd check in the men's bathrooms to see if the purse was left in there. You can't imagine the looks you get when you walk into a bathroom with men peeing and you're just looking around. What am I saying? Of course you can--you're all perverts.

Anyway, we didn't find anything. But, damn, now everytime I go out with my beautiful man-purse, I am going to clutch onto it like it's nobody's business.

Moral of the story: if you're ever in a Pan and Co. restaurant in Centro Comercial Larios, order the Rembrandt bocadillo with the patatas bravas because that shit was good. I could've done without the mayonesa on the fries, though. Yuck. I damn well ate it, though.

Also, I just bought a 12-pack of really good beer (San Miguel) for like four bucks! There were even two free beers (total of 14), but the two free ones were alcohol-free. What's that about, Spain?