Feb 20, 2014 12:38
I just went to the fruit market again and bought as much fruit as I could carry half a mile home on foot. Which came to 1950 colones, or just under four dollars US. Sheesh. That's two small pineapples, five plantains, a bunch of bananas, three large mangoes, and a melon. And an aching shoulder. *grin*
The melon is a variety that just appeared in the last two weeks and is now everywhere in the market. It's a little smaller than a cantaloupe and a yellow rind, but the same "netting" over the surface. I think I've had it before, but I don't remember what it tastes like.
My father is down here in Costa Rica and I spent the weekend with him and Leslie. One evening I introduced him to "chicha morada," this kind of weird but tasty purple corn drink, at a Peruvian restaurant, mentioning that I'd seen it on the menu at a different restaurant and been curious and tried it. He commented that that was one of the BIG differences between me and him--I'll try something just because I've never had it. He won't. He tried it on my recommendation, but he wouldn't have tried it blind. Which I just don't understand.
The mountains on the way to and back from the market looked close enough to reach out and touch. They're only four or five miles away, but today they looked a few yards off.
costa rica,
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