This post could have also been titled “what I look like before 7 AM,” but you get the idea.
First things first, we head to the market. On the way there, we pass by a beautiful house, with a fun garden that includes poinsettia trees (did you know those little plants you buy at Christmas grow up to be trees?) and pineapples.
Here’s the market. It’s a quaint little crumbling, dilapidated spot in the center of town, and it’s where we buy 80% of our food each week.
I buy most of my food from this lady. She’s like the “no soup for you” guy (I’m not really into Seinfeld, but I do know that reference), but she’s straightforward, and I don’t feel like I’m being gutted. The prices are the same for everyone, even a gringa like me.
I love my little girl’s face in these next three pictures. She’s so good at posing for pictures.
This man was chopping up some freshly slaughtered goats. His friends were making fun of him while I was taking the pictures, saying that he never knew how to do anything, but now he has a woman so he had to learn to butcher goats.
He works outside of the butcher place though. Here’s what the legit butcher shop looks like (it’s really just a corner of the market, too.
This was the first women I bought anything from at the market. She seemed the most approachable, and since my Spanish isn’t great, I was a little nervous about the whole thing. She is sweet and always has a handful of grapes for my girls when we come.
That’s it for the market. Now we’re headed for a real store.
This is one of the bigger “grocery” stores on the island. It’s a little smaller than your standard 7-Eleven.
It’s one of those magical places where you can find nutella, canned beans, maraschino cherries, and baby food all in one place.
After grabbing a few nonperishable, include several liters of milk in a box (that you don’t have to refrigerate until it is opened, is that pasteurized) it’s time to head for home. All of this happens before 8 am, every Saturday. It’s a fun little ritual that we’ve gotten used to.
Have a great weekend!