About a mile and a half from our house is the big traditional market in our area. You can get all kinds of things at the market from food to jewelry to clothes and everything is super cheap. I don’t go to the market often. To be honest I’m kind of intimidated by it. I’m probably the only person there not speaking Javanese (I speak Indonesian), I get lost, and I pretty much stick out like a sore thumb.*
But last Sunday, Will and I had the two newest married couples in Peace Corps Indonesia coming to visit us for a few days and we wanted to make an Easter brunch and a Mexican dinner for them. So we hopped on an ankot (minibus) and went to the market. Having Will with me made it a little less intimidating this time, because I was the one who knew where things were, and since we’ve been here for almost two years people were a little less shocked to see us.
We even snapped some pictures as we bought a bunch of fruit, avocados, and limes inside, and some donuts outside. We actually had a pretty good time and we vowed to visit the market a few more times before we leave.
*Not that I don’t buy fruits and vegetables. I usually buy from something called a bakul which is a Javanese word for someone who has a mobile mini market on the back of their motorcycle and drives around to the neighborhoods in the mornings.