13/05/2025
I went to the market today to pick up a lot of random items- zucchini (calabacín or calabaza italiana) and green onions (cebolleta) for my daughter's 2nd grade presentation on healthy recipes, an extension rope for one of our hammocks (and I got a lesson on how to tie a safe knot), black spray paint and a refillable butane lighter (love refillable things), cat food at the feed store (had a chat about Xoloitzcuintle dogs with the shop keeper who told me he was a dog person), hard to find local tomatoes, and ginger for dinner (stopped to visit with these vendors who call me güera and always ask what I'm up to. I learned a new word in Maya from them today, which refers to a plate of food served without tortillas - something I know is almost blasphemous around here.)
And lastly I walked all the way across the market to buy smaller sized corn tortillas for my son's 4th grade project on Yucatecan traditions (these are called tortillas taqueras because they are a nice size for tacos, rather than the typical use of pulling off a bit of tortilla and grabbing ones food with it). This tortillería has two entrances, one on the inside of the market, one on the outside. The outside entrance feels a little like you aren't supposed to be there, close as it is to the work area. The lady facing the camera set a 2 liter empty Coke bottle to fill at the sink and then let me pass. After I paid for my half kilo, I asked if I could take their picture. They obliged and then the water filling the Coke bottle immediately overflowed, shooting water in a graceful, if startling arc. I pointed and said "ay!" failing to summon any other words in Spanish. The lady jumped up and turned the water off and she and everyone else in the place laughed hysterically, mostly at me.
I haven't been posting a lot lately, but I have interactions like these every time I leave the house. I'll try to post about them more ☺️