Tourists in Our Home Town, Part Two

After we finished our duck tour and had lunch, we boarded the monorail to go downtown. Only a few blocks, but easy and quick and cheap, and the kids enjoyed riding on the train.

We arrived at Westlake and walked the few blocks to the market. The market is always a little different each time you see it, depending on the season, the weather, the time of day and the day of the week. On a wonderful midsummer day like today, it was packed with people. My first stop was for my favorite snack, a barbecue pork humbow from the Chinese bakery. The sweet pork filling is just amazing, wonderful, an experience of taste and smell and feel and just always a joy.

We wandered the stalls and the kids loved seeing the fish market and the veggies. I enjoyed the flowers, but didn't buy any, since I usually don't keep flowers at home. I looked through the craft stalls and was disappointed in the quality and quantity of the jewelry. Usually there's a lot of good stuff, but it seems that since I was intent on finding something for Julie, the pickings were slim. I finally found a bracelet I liked. We agreed on a price and I was surprised to find that this vendor took only cash and I was short. I said I'd be back. I don't think he expected me to take so long--I didn't get back there until we finished at the aquarium (see Part Three).

When I got to the jewelry stall again, I'm not sure if he remembered me (he looked very old). I reminded him of the price we'd agreed on ($25) and I gave him $40. His wife (she looked older than he--maybe 110) gave me back $5. I said I'd given them $40, and she reluctantly and sloooooooowwwwwllllyyyy gave me another $5. I again reminded her that I'd given her $40 and she needed to give me $15 back, and she got a bit hostile about it. The family (there was a young man too) bickered a bit that I did not understand and finally she parted with a final $5, with the total time for the transaction running around 3-4 minutes. Very unpleasant. I hope Julie likes the bracelet.

As we left the market, there was a man there with his pet python. Lukas and Emelia were immediately drawn to him. Me, not so much. But they oohed and aahed over the reptile and really enjoyed petting him. We returned to the monorail and to our parking spot at the Center. We were all exhausted. Emelia and Zackary were asleep by the time we got to Westlake. Lukas, who was a real trouper, was complaining that his legs hurt. I was dragging pretty bad and Becky was trying to force a smile once in a while, but she was hurting some too. Mike was doing better, but even he was sweating profusely and seemed tired.