Sunday, January 11, 2009

El Mercado








These pictures do not do the central market in my neighborhood justice. The colors and sounds and smells are absolutely incredible. There is just nothing like it in the United States. Who wants to go to a supermarket when you can experience this??
Quick funny story: I went to the market a few days ago to buy some fruit. When I got home, I took the change out of my pocket. Something looked and felt funny about

one of the bills. I was convinced that I was given a false 50$ bill (peso). It was pink, had butterflies on one of the sides, and had a smooth, plastic texture. It looked and felt totally different than my other bills. I was soooo sad. It wasn't about the money--50 pesos is less than 5 U.S. dollars. It was more that my romantic notion of the market was totally crushed. There aren't dishonest people in the market... that guy wouldn't want to rip off a young blonde girl who definitely does not have the Chilanga accent...Thoughts such as these whirled around in my head for a couple of hours. As soon as I heard Patti get home, I ran down the stairs and showed her the bill. She laughed and told me not to worry. I had gotten one of the brand new, indestructible bills that the Mexican government just issued. I was so relieved!! Not only was I 50 pesos less broke, I could still shop at the market!!

1 comment:

  1. yay!!! i am so glad that i get to hear about your Mexico adventures but... even more excited that you can still shop at the market :) love you!!!

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