Today I woke up and went straight to the market.
El mercado. Or is it la mercado? I’m still working on my Spanish.
At el mercado, I went to what will become my favorite stall. Why my favorite? Because for every item that I touched, for every item that I pointed at, this lovely woman (whose name I need to ask), translated into Spanish for me. EVERY item. So I bought papas, platanos, zanahorias, tomatos, calabaza, melocoton, y morron. I already had cebolla and arroz at home.
I then went to the meat market where I bought bistec and pechuga de pavo sin piel.
I came home with my backpack full of goodies and made lunch for the week. Curry chicken with potatoes and carrots. Ropa vieja with pumpkin mash.
I’m excited to eat lunch this week.
I’m even more excited to go back to the market and learn more Spanish. What a pleasant morning.