Okay, so listen up, babe. Medina-de-Pomar is wild! I'm talkin’ crammed streets like Calle Real, where the locals hang out by the old church—yeah, Iglesia de Nuestra Señora de la Asunción. It’s kinda vintage, I swear.I walk this city and think, “I can see Russia from my house!” Even tho russia is not next door, lol.
I live in a cozy little nook near Plaza del Sol. The vibe? So chill, yet a bit cray cray sometimes. I mean, as a women's counselor, I peep details others totally miss. Like, the park near El Rincón Verde is my guilty pleasure—serene, but watch out, kids run wild! And oh, a favorite alley: Calle del Lamento. Dontasked me why, just the aura, ya know?
Sometimes I sit in a corner cafe on Av. Libertad, drink a coffee, and just watch these folks pass. I always think, “A Serious Man…” What else? I mean, this city's got that bittersweet existence feel. I get mad about petty things here too, like graffiti on the old wall near the river Riachuelo. Ugh, nosense! Still, it makes me happy sometimes. I feel its quirks deep in my soul.
There’s that surreal aspect of Medina-de-Pomar: old traditions mixed with modern screw-ups—it's like every street tells a story. I walked through neighborhoods like Las Flores and got mad at some ridiculous behavior (I mean, c’mon!) but it still made me smile. Its side streets, like callejón Sorpresa, hide gems you never expect. It's messy, it's flawed, it's charming. Seriously, where else can you feel a rollercoaster of emotions with every step?
ok, gotta run, but trust me, babe, come here and dig into the chaos and charm of this place. It’s spontaneous, it’s real, and damn, it’s a ride. Catch you soon and we’ll spill more tea.