Friday, November 03, 2006

Little people go to market

Finally, an accurate picture of the scarf:
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The pink is just a little more maroon, but besides that the other colors are true. It's way wilder than I usually go, but it spoke to me (you know, "BUY ME"), so I had no choice. And also, it's Noro. How else could I get away with such a combination?

It's a gorgeous day today, clear, cold, and brilliantly sunny.

Today was market day, and we got there an hour before it closed (they start shutting down at noon). Max was pretty fussy, but I had some little boxes of raisins in my purse, which saved the day. I always get them little things to eat when we're out, but when he starts freaking out before we can even get to the vendors, I can't hope to communicate with anyone properly. It's already challenging enough to struggle with the Deutsch (German) language.

We went to the cheese truck first, and the lady got her mother (turns out be the egg-lady) to come over and translate for me. I was very proud of myself though, because I was able to communicate mostly without help ("Kann ich mal probieren?" pronounced kan ish mal probeeren and means "may I taste it?" Note to those who, for whatever reason, actually want to walk around saying this and feeling cool: the "r's" are rolled ever so slightly. Not a lot.)
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I noticed that the egg lady also had handmade pasta at her stand, so we went over there, and ended up having a nice conversation with her. I love it when that happens.
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She has five children (her oldest daughter runs the cheese truck), and thinks it's terrible that the current generation here in Deutschland don't like to have children, and is quite pleased that I'm working on baby #3.
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For the last 52 years, she has been waking up at 3am to prepare for the market. I'm not sure what other places she hits; she must work several towns, because this market only comes to town on Fridays. She raises her own chickens for eggs, then brings some of them to a tiny one-man pasta operation. Her husband was in the US army, stationed here, and one of her daughters lives in New Mexico, thus the great grasp of English. I'll definitely visit her cart again. She has lived a life of many stories that will be very interesting to learn.

The vegetable stand (which is the largest stand in the Markt Platz)
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I think these pictures oficially make me a tourist. Ah well.

(If you're hungry, you may want to stop reading here.)

This is what we ended up with:
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My favorite lunch of a big soft pretzel and some cheese (along with a protein shake):
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Coffee from across the street (that I spoke of the other day). As you can see, one pour of cream hardly lightens it. You can see the foam from the brewing process on the lid.
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