Market Saturday

In contrast with the tranquil scene from our apartment yesterday, this is the scene today. Saturday is market day and the market you see stretches over nearly 10 blocks in town. The streets are blocked to traffic and everyone in town is teeming up and down the market, buying, selling, looking, and visiting with friends. It is a lively scene and only about 30 feet from our door. You can buy everything from underwear, through outer clothes and shoes, along with wonderful fruits and veggies, cheese, meat, etc. The town fairly pulses with activity and we stroll through the streets, standing out as foreigners I’m sure, but the venders are friendly and accommodating and the other shoppers elbow their way through, just as Spaniards always do. What a happy scene. We get oranges (organic, no less) that are sweeter and juicier than we get in the US. The lettuce is grown right outside of town and is considered to be the best in the country by the locals. Not a trace of bitterness there. Nuts, olives, other provisions in abundance. I’m waxing eloquent because I love this market.

Our US friends have wanted to see the interior of our apartment and we took these shots to give an impression. We tried to keep the boxes and unstored stuff out of sight as much as possible. The apartment is tastefully decorated—not OUR taste, but the best Spanish taste.  Notably absent are the plaster and porcelain figures and other nicknacks that adorn most Spanish homes. What a relief. There is hardly anything that we have had to hide away to be comfortable here. As we clear and store more stuff we’ll put up other photos.