I walked to the Central Park (where the weekly Farmers’ Market used to be on a street downtown) but has now moved to a big pavilion outside of town with a big parking lot for all the rich Americans to park their SUVs. Like while I was in The Gambia, I continue to be embarrassed to be an American.
From Central Park I ride the free school bus to the market with the local Ticos and I think 3 other gringos. There are a few of us without cars, but the contrast of rich Americans and locals seemed to be more evident at the “Feria,” their name for the Farmers’ Market which is literally translated “Fair.” I bought coffee, blackberries, tomatoes, cantaloupe, avocados, lettuce, and a smoothie to drink while there, fresh-made from local pineapple, strawberries and mangos. Yum! Here’s a couple of photos to show that it looked pretty much like the Nashville Farmers’ Market now that they have a big shed and more expensive space rent (meaning higher prices). The price of progress and American intrusion!
Atenas Friday Farmers’ Market
Us Poor People Road the Free Shuttle Bus to Farmers’ Market
There was going to be a long wait for the shuttle after I finished shopping, so I splurged and took a taxi to my door for $3.