January 27, 2019.
I’m really going to miss the mercados here. I can’t think of a real equivalent back in the states. Many mercados are as old as their cities, hundreds of years. On Sundays, the streets are blocked off and vendors set up shop. I suspect there are well-established traditions about where you can locate. If you like warm, loud, crowded chaos, this scene is for you. Dueling accordion and rap recordings, vats of hot bubbling oil, charcoal fired braziers, colorful hand-made crafts, produce, children crawling in the dirt at their parents’ feet, live animals being sold for slaughter, cooks carving off giant slabs of meat, and people pressed together trying to move through it all. When I get back to C-Town someone please yell “Frescas! Veinte pesos!” over and over. Then I may feel like I’m at home.
Love the wheelbarrow parked in front of the sign. Rules are for sissies 🙂
I’m thinking the flea market in Okeechobee is the closest thing I’m going to get to the mercado experience around here.
Now we will have to come back to Lake Okeechobee just to compare. Rules are for sissies might be the unofficial Mexican motto.