Who would even believe leeks 28 inches long and 4 inches in diameter? Or radishes the size of an avocado? And avocados the size of a large papaya? It’s insane how large some of the fruit and vegetables are at the Mercado. Every Wednesday from about 8 until 2 the local market is like a hive. Everybody comes and everybody sells and everybody buys! It’s crazy and fabulous.
The aroma of grilling meats and vegetables, blenders making fresh fruit juices, raw fish of every possible shape and size (no way at least not until I’ve been here a year will I ever buy a whole fish)* fresh vegetables and fruit of every sort, silver jewelry, textiles, ceramics, glass objects, clothes, shoes, bags, antiques, hats, beaded everything — and dogs — mostly small and black and from unknown origin.
Today there was an older Mexican dude (older, like my age) wailing out Rolling Stones songs (he was so in to it you just had to love him). Another couple of guys were walking around singing and playing guitars. Music is part of everything here. The other day we were in the village (which is what they call the town center) and some guys just came parading down the middle of the street blowing horns and carrying on to beat the band.
And speaking of parades, there is currently a parade going on for some event or other that happens every Sunday for 3 weekends. Last Sunday we were in the village for the art walk and hearing the ruckus, went to investigate and luckily most of the action had already passed by. Not being from here, nor Mexican, I am at a distinct disadvantage as to some of these customs. The people walking in the parade were throwing what appeared to be powdered sugar on the heads of the crowd of on-lookers. And no, (you know who you are) it wasn’t cocaine.
This coming weekend is the Chile Cookoff. Chile stews and soups from all over Mexico and a Margarita contest. I am so there. I will write about it for sure. And I will toast all my friends who can’t join me.