Flea Market

Sunday is flea market day, and Pepi offered to take Maya and me. The first Sunday we went was Maya's first trip out, first time in a car, first time beyond the ten-minute walk to the supermarket in Playas. She was asleep in the car seat on the way there, asleep for the transfer to the sling, asleep for two hours of jostling, bells, cries from vendors, children poking their heads into the sling to see what's in there, dogs barking, babies crying and hot sun beating down on us, asleep for the transfer back to the car seat, asleep for another transfer into the sling and then for an hour of lunch! Phew. After four and a half hours of sleep, she finally woke up. I hope this doesn't mean she thinks day is night and night is day and will be awake all hours later on.

At the flea market you can buy (that I saw):
buckets, tubs, kitchen items, swing seats, new and second hand clothing, fruit on a stick, fruit with chili, pizzas, baby gear, turtles, fish, fruit, vegetables, meat, fish, shoes, car parts, toys, canaries, etc, etc.

My little three week old baby was totally uninterested. Wonder if she'll be much of a shopper later? Ha ha, funny how we wonder these things based on the slightest thing a newborn baby does. Ooh, he lifted his arm, he's going to be a weightlifter. Ooh, he's kicking, a footballer. She's squealing, a rock star.