Un Viaje a el Mercado y Clase de Cocina – Palma de Mallorca, Spain and Canary Islands

This morning we woke up early and went to the market. It was the perfect day for it as it was overcast and not very warm. The market is inside a big warehouse type building with lots of booths and stalls set up. The way that they arrange the fruit is spectacular with the vibrant colors and interesting displays. We went up and down the rows of expectant vendors taking note of any especially good deals. I got chastised for touching a cherimoya…I guess you are not supposed to touch, feel or poke the fruits. We didn`t buy anything from that lady because she startled us when she yelled at me so we weren`t sure her fruit would be very nice either. When you decide on the one you want, THEY will pick it out, weigh it and bag it for you. Message received.
We ended up with a huge collection of apples, grapes, zucchini, eggplant, onions, kakis (persimmons), pears, carrots, and of course, cherimoyas. One of the booths had a sweet couple who very especially helpful and even gave me a sprig of herba luisa to make tea out of. Romy is just as fond of pastries as I am so we just had to pick up a few including the local delicacy called ensaïmada.

I had a lot of fun in the fish section and must have jumped about 10 feet when while closely inspecting the giant orange shrimps, they started moving snapping open and closed! They were alive and were on a mission to get me. The fishman laughed and I am sure I wasn’t the first or last to be his entertainment for the day. I saw a lot of different kinds of fish that I haven’t ever seen before and so as you can see, went a little crazy with the photos.

With our hands full, we made our way to the car and I got a small tour on the way home. Romy was born here on the island and we drove through her old neighborhood, Es Molinar, which is in the middle of town steps away from the water. I listened to how she grew up and her stories of island life. She is a real pleasure to listen to and I am so happy that I am able to understand her so well.

I can’t tell you how relieved I am that I am finally making progress with my Spanish. Alex and Romy speak Catalan to each other and I can sometimes identify the difference as it’s a little more rhythmic and almost like singing. I really thought that I just wasn’t able to learn languages but now I see that with the right people, anything is possible.

She pointed out the huge cathedral to me and I remarked that I would probably be going to see it in a few weeks when my cruise docks here for a day. Every time we would drive past the port I would jokingly point to my “barco” which was waiting for me. We came home and Romy taught me how to make aioli and calamari. I was surprised that any of the calamari even made it to the table with how tasty it was, so fresh and tender.

After an afternoon of working to catch up on lost hours, I made a supper of vegetables and potatoes. As I chopped, I gazed out the window at the forest of green plants tumbling over the fence. The flowers come in very unique shades here or deep fushias to creamy peach to electric blues. Me encanta. For dessert, we had homemade rice pudding that we had prepared earlier. It was heavenly and I learned the secret is to add a little lemon rind to the milk while cooking.

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