Oh how I love a good market! It can assail the senses like few things can…and I mean that in a positive way. Sure the first thing that comes to mind is the wafting of smells that aren’t always peak floral fragrances, but more than that there just always seems to be so much going on: the noise and the bustle, the boys filling and tying sausage and casings, the chopping and buying of meats, the grinding of rice, the old school cranks to turn a fresh coconut into coconut milk for cooking…it’s a delight. Maybe it’s that it’s new. Maybe people new to Costco would marvel at the hawking of samples and ridiculous expanse and glut of goods. I mean, really when I stop to notice I marvel myself. But it doesn’t stop me from loving the market here. We got fresh fruits and veggies and sampled already cooked foods as well.
The girls were tired and hot by the end. Naturally we all were. But they were near to begging for a tricycle home. I will admit we did a lot of circling and circuitous wandering in the hundreds and hundreds of stalls that seemed to sell so much of the same until you would stumble into a new section that had giant bags of ginger, or all the dried fish for aisles and aisles then oh…here’s the vegetables but the fruits are up and around the corner. Like learning a new grocery store. But on steroids.
The Adobo Hobos 
I’m going to say, the girls do look pretty pink-cheeked in most all of the pics–unless they are in the pool. Have fun. Mom
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