I'm in Spain, with several others. We're in some unfamiliar town, but I've been there before. We're waiting on a central street for a bus, but it seems we've been dropped off early and have an hour or so to wait.

"Last time I was here," I tell my friends, "this guy came by with a cart where he was roasting chicken, topped with lettuce and the most incredible white sauce. If you see him, be sure to get some." (*)

A large guy who is happening by overhears me, and asks me about it, and I tell him again. But, he says, no meat, he's a vegetarian. I tell him the sauce is probably still really really good, even without the chicken.

I suddenly realize that our trip is nearing the end, and I really should do some souvenir shopping for the people back home. So I leave my friends and go down the street and around the corner, to a shop on the left that sells small things, where I bought souvenirs last time I was here.

It's different this time, mostly full of American items, beauty products and the like. There used to be a rack of local handmade products near the front, but it isn't there any more. Way back in the back is one rotating rack of jewelry that looks like good souvenirs. There are some elephants, like key rings, made of a few large pink glass beads that are kind of kitschy, but then they seem rather cute.

As I'm looking over the jewelry, I overhear a girl having trouble talking to the sales girl, who only speaks Spanish. So I ask her "Donde eres tu?" (a mistake, should be "De donde..."), but in the dream this was speaking German. She doesn't respond, so I say "how about English?" and she responds that yes she speaks English quite well. I offer to help her talk to the sales girls, though I don't recall actually doing any helping. They seem to be working on a larger business operation, like importing some things in bulk.

We seem to wander the store sort of together, at least within earshot, and I complain about how few things in this Spain store are actually made in Spain. They're all American products from China. I want to buy some actual Spanish stuff.

One room off to the side is full of toys, and young boys shopping. There are some cars in there, and I think about buying a car for Mark, but that seems silly.

(*) - In my real-life mind, I'm tasting a dish I got at a Kebab shop in Granada - that awesome sauce, on chicken and salad.