We jumped in a cab and directed our driver to the Mediterranean Sea, stopping at a crowded area where tourists get their shopping on. Tables and tables line the beach, covered in trinkets, books, jewelry, and other antiques up for sale. After putting my bargaining face on, I made out with an ivory elephant for a friend, a soccer jersey for my boyfriend, and a tiny music box for my mom.
I made plenty of time to shop for myself too. Everything seems more affordable in euros, so I hit up one of the many Zaras, which are stationed along the streets just as often as Starbucks in New York (seriously!).
