I couldn’t take my camera to El Mercado Central today… too many robberies lately I guess (you should’ve seen the face my grandma gave me when I walked out the door with the camera hanging around my neck!). If you could picture an open market inside a GIANT patched up tin warehouse, little bars and restaurants next to wood-workers, basket weavers, leather shoes, all thrown into a giant hodge-podge of mini streets and avenues, with steam rising out of cracks in the tin roof, a few stray dogs running around stealing scraps from the meat vendors… then you have the perfect picture of el Mercado Central.
I bought two pairs of sandals, a couple leather bracelets and some nice wool fabric for a pea coat me and grandma are gonna make
There was also a churro vendor inside the market - about 50 cents a churro, with delicious and warm caramel-ish goop inside (see photo at top). I had to save some for when I got home so I could take a photo of it. I ate a lot of shit today. Im full.
There is now a steady blanket of rain falling outside. Once in a while I can hear the rolling leftovers of thunder off in the distance. A couple of hours ago it was sunny, no clouds in sight… I dressed in shorts and a black tee. Now I have sweatpants and my favourite jacket on… Costa Rica really is Pura Vida, as the people around here like to say.
Billie Holiday is singing to me in the living room right now, and my grandma is falling asleep on the couch. In about a half hour we’re going to bank and then maybe driving around a little more. “There is no greater love than what I feel for you… No greater love…”
Sing Billie, sing.
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