It was a beautiful sunny day today after 2 chilly, cloudy ones. Even here, it is easy to get acclimated to the weather and then come to think a chilly day is cold! Sorry, I can see you all rolling your eyes! I packed for summer and it really is like spring at this altitude, with some days being cool. We eased into the day, catching a bus at 9:00 and headed for San Jose, to go to the farmers market that we discovered last week. The city isn’t quite as bustling on the weekends which makes it more pleasant to walk around. We stopped at a resale shop and bought ourselves a few long sleeves shirts, and then headed to the market.
The Melico Salazar Theater in San Jose, on the way to the market
I have never seen such gigantic carrots!!!
We really enjoy grocery shopping when we can get so many fresh items. The hard part is that we buy so many fun, heavy things! Then we lug our bags for about 10 blocks to catch our return bus. Laying the bounty onto the counter we are grateful again for the variety of fruits and vegetables, some of which we still cannot remember their names. I know I posted a picture previously, but I think we were more artful in the presentation this weekend!
Isn’t it pretty?
After the 4 hour trek to the market and back, we took our new camp chairs and went out among the Christmas trees and relaxed, watching the parrots flying over the park. After awhile we roused ourselves to take the 10 minute walk to Pali, our local grocery store, to purchase our non-produce items, and later, we walked the 100 meters (that is how Ticans refer to a block) to the Panaderia to buy fresh bread for our lentil stew. That was our day!
Yesterday I realized how much energy I was expending, trying to figure out what would come next after language school. It wasn’t just that, causing me to feel anxious. Sometimes the unknowns and unfamiliar in general are hard for me. We went to dinner last night and wanted to do something afterwards, but had no idea what that would be, so we returned home. Riding home on the bus I watched friends gathering around the local sodas (small outdoor cantinas selling simple traditional meals). I felt like the outsider. But a friend of mine reminded me that I would feel that if I had moved to a new place in the US. It takes time. I can get so focused on wanting connections, and wanting a place, that the discomfort can take over. I heard the inner whisper telling me to stop striving so hard to have it all figured out. Let go of the need to find a place to belong. Be present, one day at a time. It is true, 4 or 5 months is a short time to create a true sense of home. It was a great reminder, to be present here, receive all that I can, and also let go of some things as well. Today I felt peaceful, and I was more intentional to just notice what was around me. It feels like less grasping, letting go of the need to make my place here. Enjoy the days, be surprised, explore with childlike wonder. Wednesday I did that, walking around the neighborhood near our school for the 2 hours between my language class and the cooking class. I walked down one street, and seeing an interesting church or home, I allowed curiosity to direct my path. That is the benefit of the unfamiliar. Life, I am discovering is filled with tension. Both sides have something to offer.