Farmers Market

On Sunday, we drove home from church, lamenting over the woes and frustrations of the week passed. Then we received a local treat to remind us to give thanks for our unique experiences. We were pleasantly surprised by a Farmers Market set up right on our street. Just yards from our door, there were animals, vendors, food and crafts. The market had never been there before and there hadn’t been any prior advertising of its arrival. Cash, camera and a sturdy bag and we were on our way.

With $25 in my pocket, we were on the hunt for fresh veggies, tastes of local fare, and Harry had big plans of bringing home a goat.

This is more of a photographic essay, but I want you to have a real sense of the experience. While we wandered the stalls, a band was playing Guantanamera over and over and over. As we went from table to table we had a little bounce in our step and sway in our hips. Hit play on the youtube video to listen while you go through the photos, and you will feel like you were right there with us.

The scene

The Band

Harry and a chicken check each other out

And the fruit…… Plantains

Mangoes

Dragon Fruit

And the Veggies…… Eggplant and Cilantro

Watching the Busy Bees.

Browsing the Baubles

Smoothies served in pineapples

Tropical Plants

Orchids

There were ponies, goats, chickens and pigeons, but the only kids I brought home were the 2-legged kind. Perhaps I should have left this monkey behind with the rest of the animals?

This fruit platter was the result of our purchases. The kids compared the Dragon Fruit to a kiwi – but due to the light, almost clear flesh on the inside, they felt like they were eating a jellyfish.

I love, love, LOVE getting to share differnt cultures and simple pleasures with my kids. We are so very lucky.