So yesterday we ventured out with our re-usable grocery bags in hand, heading for the nearby outdoor market. I had been particularly been looking forward to this part of the adventure and I was not disappointed. There were tables set up for each vendor, ranging from meat and seafood to dairy products and fresh flowers (and everything in between). We walked around before committing to a purchase and finally settled on buying some fruit. The vendor was a short and stocky frenchman in his mid-fifties who addressed me as "señora". He was obviously very particular about the way business was conducted at his stall. He wouldn't allow anyone to touch his fruit, though he insisted on giving out samples. We asked for two figs and it was interesting to see him carefully choose them for us. I thought of getting some salmon for dinner and the first thing that struck me after being handed the paper-wrapped filets was that they felt different than the salmon from home.
Samantha
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