A catholic black market... mmm

Okay, so Syndey is a Rick Steves Nazi and rely's on his advice to get around European cities. I am more of the school fo Jack Karouac, a free bird who travels one step at a time and give no thougth to the road ahead and only blog about the road behind.

Though i am reluctant to admit it, Rick Steves did lead us to a pretty nice adventure this morning. We walked into a back alley behind the Mercado Meyor, to a convent. At the convent, we buzzed the nuns on the intercom and when they answered I said "dulces" (sweets). They rang us in and said "It's 5.50 euro." We followed some signs back through the convent that led to a room with nothing but a revolving door/lazy susan. Basically, there were nuns behind the lazy susan demanding that we buy what we have in front of us for 5.50. As we stumbled to pull out the money, they kept saying "5.50!" because they couldn't see us (I can think of about 6 better ways of running their business, but that's what makes it so fun). We put the money on the table, but because they couldn't see us, and I didn't want them yelling anymore, I said, "I left your money." Then we walked out of the convent and it turns out that the "dulces" were actually pretty good.