market

Campeche has a great, bustling market full of every kind of fruit, vegetable, meat and fish known to the Yucuatan Peninsula. Today we were considering a honey pineapple, sniffing away, and trying to decide if we wanted one or two. It cost 75 cents and smelled great so we got it. With a twist, the green part came off and we had our fruit. We were really excited.

When we went to collect our things and finish our shopping, we noticed we were missing something. We had started the trip to the market with four children. Post pineapple, we only could find three of them. (It was not one of our children, rather one of our friend's children, a 4 year old girl.)

We started to high tail it back to the cheese section of the market, where we had last been. What was funny was that in those few minutes word of a lost gringo girl had spread from the dairy stalls, past the butchers and fish market, through the vegetable aisle and all the way to the edge of the fruit section. As we rounded banana corner people, seeing a panicked gringo family running towards the dairy section, started telling us everything was ok and pointing us in the right direction.

A few minutes later we had our girl, who was being soothed by an elderly milk lady, and we were back to shopping.