Hitty Isabella went shopping at the local flea market the other day. She enjoys wandering through this crazy place and it
is usually quite empty on weekdays, but this time it was packed with people everywhere. Must be the economy.
The flea market is a good place to find little accessories that can be used to furnish a home. Isabella stopped in one of
her favorite booths and with her tiny voice she began shouting, "¡Mira! ¡Mira!" ("Look! Look!")
And there it was! A Spanish mansion. OK, a plastic Spanish mansion, but NOT pink and really quite nice and in perfect condition.
It had a beautiful plastic tile roof, and a balcony complete with plastic wrought iron railing. It was a perfect fit and Isabella
knew this would be her "Casa Bonita" (Beautiful House).
The house has not been furnished yet, but that doesn't really matter as Hitty Isabella spends all of her time on the balcony.
I think she looks like she is about to burst into song with "Don't Cry For Me Argentina."
Hitty Maria has decided to move as well. Together they will be decorating their Spanish mansion, that is if they ever
leave the balcony!
