#fleamarketmadness

I went for the second time to the Treasure Island flea market this weekend. My second time and it proved almost as good as the first. I don’t know about you, but every time I journey over the bay bridge I feel like I am taking a bit of adventure.  The fact that the sky was blue, the temperature was a mild 70 degrees and I had my boho skirt on might have had something to do with my holiday spirit.  But the fact that taking that trek out of the city happens so rarely is probably more of the culprit.  The other wonderful vaca like quality that seems to take over is the idea that I will be able to sip on a cocktail, have a makeshift picnic in the grass and possibly find that certain something that will be a unique and special memory. A lot like souvenir shopping, it is always filled with the excitement of finding that one unique something that will somehow mark your journey. Treasure Island doesn’t have a whole lot to offer, which is probably why I never really payed it any attention before. Or maybe it is because I only discovered that you don’t need a passport to get to Oakland in the last couple of years….but one exceptional perk is that you don’t have to pay a toll to get there!  I mean let’s face it; who doesn’t want to save a buck? Even if it is on a pseudo holiday. But I digress, what I have very recently discovered about Treasure Island is that I don’t know that I have seen a more spectacular view of the city.  Somehow from the island, it almost feels close enough to touch, but far enough away that you are reminded that it is something truly special. 

So in between my adult beverages and trolling the market for unique finds, I found that the most spectacular thing about the flea market is the true find of adventure in your own backyard. Or sometimes, you can find yourself, in Mexico.