This little Gringa went to Market

One of my favorite things to do in Honduras was to go to Market. Once a week, everyone comes to the center of town and sets up shop. There is tons of fresh produce, and a little bit of everything else. Anything from rap CD's, hammocks, horseshoes, cigars, and clothing, you name it, it was probably there. I even bought me a good pair of jeans for 200 lempiras (roughly 10 US dollars).
I learned as a gringo, they charge you significantly more than they would charge a Honduran. (Not a big surprise.) However, I also learned you will either pay the "gringo price" or "the stupid gringo price." And I feel I did pretty well. I always tried to ask the price in Spanish so I sounded like I sort of knew what was going on. And even if I got ripped off, no biggie. Just helping the economy, right? Besides, I got a way better deal than I'd ever get here.
What I loved most about market was the busyness. There is just so much life there. So much going on, lots of bright colors, fun music playing, chickens running around, or sometimes a horse, or a cow, or maybe even a pig just wandering right on through.
My favorite purchase by far was my mango. When I first saw them, joy filled my soul. The biggest, most beautiful mangos I have ever seen. Almost as big as my head, the perfect coloring and firmness. I wanted to buy them all, but then remembered I'd have to trek them back a long walk home.

Here my friend, Juan Carlos, is teaching me how to pick a good one. Not sure why I look so confused though. Maybe this was my mad face when I realized I wouldn't be able to take them all with me. :)






And here we have the winner and a very happy Colette.