"Turistas, Turistas"

Sometimes I go to the mall in Fort Worth, Texas, and I see a person with a camera taking pictures inside the mall of the fountain or a certain store, and I wonder to myself......Where are these people from, and why in the world would anybody want to take a picture of a fountain in the middle of a mall? In the United States, it's often very easy to pick out a "turista." They are carrying a camera, taking pictures of the oddest things, and often look very lost. Well, I hate to say it, but I have turned into one of those people. I take pictures of metro stations, street signs, trees, and birds.
The other day I was eating an amazing "tortilla de patata" sandwich in the Retiro Park, and I accidentally dropped a piece of the sandwich on the ground. The next thing I know, there are tons of pigeons and birds surrounding me. I quickly got up and decided it was time to move on, but I couldn't help but take a picture of the birds eating my food. When I took the picture and turned around, some local Spaniards were looking at me like I was crazy. They understood when they saw my camera, and I was immediately classified as one of those "turistas."
In Spain, I try to blend in, but there is one major thing that sets me apart from everyone else. What is it, you ask? It's my hair. I am blonde. You might think to youself, so what? But, here in Spain, it is something that catches ALOT of attention. I often hear from across the street or across the restaurant, "la rubia, la rubia." You would think that I was some kind of celebrity with the way that people act around here. I have always said that people always want what they don't have, or the famous saying of "the grass is always greener on the other side." There are many blonde people in the United States that want to be brunette. So, my advice to these obsessed Spaniards with my hair color is....go to the "supermercado" and buy a bottle of hair dye. :)