Night has arrived and everyone is tired from the impromptu hike we took to get some exercise. Like that is going to work off that nasty lunch I had?? We grab our flashlights and hit the first flea market by night. Vendors putting out their wares and the gypsy is out in full force in everyone, me in full gypsy mode. The only reminder of home is that I brushed my teeth again before I left the hotel. Other than that I am grungy and fit right in. Only a few treasures are found amongst the grumpy vendors sleeping in their trucks. Ugh...you're the one who's choosing to sleep in a cold truck dude. What do you expect?