|ANA CRESPILLO FRUIT SELLERS. SO MUCH FRIENDLIER THAN A CHAIN STORE.|
There's a large public market in the center of Fuengirola. But that's about a 20- to 25-minute walk. Every Tuesday, there's a huge public market at the Fair Grounds, but that's about a 15-minute walk, and certainly not as neighborly. San Geraldo asked me to come along with him this morning so that I could take home what he bought before he headed directly to the supermarket. It worked out so well that it will be our new routine. For me, it was almost like cooking (except for the unpleasant parts).
|INSIDE OUR MARKET, A MOSAIC OF FUENGIROLA.|
FAR LEFT: THE ROMAN RUINS THAT CAN BE SEEN FROM OUR TERRACE.
|FAR RIGHT: SOHAIL CASTLE AT THE OTHER END OF TOWN.|
NUESTRA SEÑORA VIRGEN DEL CARMEN (REMEMBER HER?) ANCHORS THE MOSAIC.
|SAN GERALDO IS IN THE DISTANCE ON THE LEFT, STILL CHECKING OUT THE FRUIT.|
|SAN GERALDO LOADING A BAG WITH CHERRIES.|
|"SMELL THEM," SHE SAID, AS SAN GERALDO EYED THE MANGOS.|
AND, OF COURSE, ONE MANGO CAME HOME WITH US.
|LUNCHTIME DESSERT: WHAT SAN GERALDO DID WITH THAT MANGO|
AND A PIEL DE SAPO (TOAD'S SKIN) MELON.
|I NEVER WAS A BIG FAN OF CHERRIES. THAT CHANGED WHEN WE MOVED TO SPAIN.|
|TODAY'S EVENING SNACK WITH MEDJOOL DATES.|