Sunday, March 25, 2012

4 years of truth

I've recently become obsessed with the blogger and creator of Momastery , Glennon Melton.  If you don't actively read her blog yet, you should (especially if you are a mom), because somehow her writing just makes you feel so much better about who you are as a person.  Glennon writes about the truth of everyday things, of her life, of her frustrations, her past addictions and how she overcame them, her love for her family, her God, and more than anything, she writes about the hard emotions that we all experience, but never dare to talk about  (let alone post it publicly in our blogs) for fear of cracking the perfect image that we think others have about us. But she writes about all of that and when I read it, it makes me feel good.  It makes me feel normal.  And it makes me think "thank you for sharing what we all feel at times, but never have the balls to write about".

And so today, I've decided that I am going to share some of my inner, private life with you all.  Because 4 years ago this blog started as a raw piece of who I was when I was getting divorced....and sometimes it comes back to that, but mostly it just shows the shiny, happy people that I'm spending my life with and doesn't express anything less surface than that.  And lets all admit it, the best blogs are the ones where people actually share their truth, as their truth is all something that we feel we can connect with on some level.  So tonight, I'm sharing my truth with you and will continue to share it in future blog posts to come.

Today is the 4 year anniversary of my and Tyler's divorce.  And it has been the easiest divorce anniversary to date.  The first three I cried - this year I didn't.  Success!  Leading up to this date I have been thinking about what I wanted to write and share with all of you and I decided that I am going to share parts of my application for the Masters program that I just applied to.

I recently applied to get my Master's of Spiritual Psychology through the University of Santa Monica (and I'm so excited about it), and with that application they asked me a TON of questions that I spent hours answering - one of which was where I had to describe an event in my life that was difficult and how I overcame that.  And so I have decided to share some of that application with you all, as many of you have been with me throughout this entire process and I want you to know where I am today.  But more than that, I want to bring back a sense of truth to this blog, because I know that even though many of you have never gone through a divorce, it doesn't mean that you can't relate to many of the feelings of loss that I experienced - as I know that many of you can - and so I want to share in that with you.



Parts of the application were pretty long, so I am only going to post it in a few different parts throughout this week, as to not have to overwhelm you with reading.  I'm nervous about sharing this, as it feels really personal, but part of me also feels like it is something that I need to do, as I hope that someone out there will benefit from it.

So goes: Part 1. And congratulations to me - cause I've stopped surviving and have started living again and it feels soooo good.

Love,
Els


11.       What has led you to apply to USM’s Program in Spiritual Psychology at this time?
Four years ago, on March 25, 2008, I sat in a courtroom, listening meekly as the presiding judge finalized my divorce.  Getting divorced, while without question was one of the most challenging experiences of my life, was also quite possibly one of the most freeing; I just couldn’t see it back then.  My now ex-husband was a medical student at the time, and I saw myself as his sweet wife who had committed to supporting him throughout his school career.  I had every intention of pursuing a Master’s degree but my husband told me that, due to financial reasons, the two of us could not be in school at the same time, so I was not allowed to enroll.  I resigned to his comments and pushed aside my dream of a higher education for the life of becoming a mom and caring for a family.  Our marriage did not last long enough for us to have children, and I was left devastated and lost after the divorce.
During my grieving period, one of my coping mechanisms was to sit and write down all of my life dreams that I now had the freedom to accomplish.  Of the items I listed, one of the large ones was to go back to school, but for the longest time I could not figure out what for.  Did I want to further my Communication and Psychology degrees from my undergrad and study Organizational Psychology, or perhaps continue my interest for international work and study Anthropology or International Education?  Nothing was clear. That is, of course, until I heard the woman from USM speak about the Master’s of Spiritual Psychology program.  As mentioned, hearing her speak ignited an excitement within me that I had not felt in a long time.  Finally I had found a program that fulfilled all of my needs, the thought of which resonated deeply within me.  First and foremost, this program allows me to grow spiritually, which is something that I have been craving deeply for the past few years.  Secondly, it fits with my current life schedule and profession.  I can continue working for ProWorld, yet also participate fully in an education that is dynamic, deep and interactive.  Third, I have the freedom, creativity, and additional life and global experience that will help me take this education and use it to fit best within my world.  I can apply it both internationally and domestically, utilize it as a manager, a girlfriend, daughter, or friend, and it is something that will be a profound investment in the rest of my life.  I feel that I will be able to apply this education to all areas in my life, both personally and professionally, for the rest of my life…and I love that. 
After the conference ended, I flew home to Mexico and excitedly told my boyfriend all about USM and that I planned on applying this coming year when we moved back to the States.  He fully supported the idea and agreed that this education would be a great fit for me.  So here I am, eagerly applying for this program.  I return to the United States in July and hope that, with acceptance to your program, I will be able to begin this transformational journey with USM in October.

     A.) What, if any, challenging events or situations have you experienced (including, but not limited to, abuse, violence, chemical dependence, divorce, anxiety or depression)?
In June of 2007, when I was 23 years old, I married a man who I had been in a relationship with for five years.  In December of 2007, just seven months into our marriage, my husband Tyler surprised me with the news that he wanted a divorce.  He would not talk to me about it, would not give me any reasons behind his decision, and had no interest in working on any problems that we were having within our marriage.  Three months later, I was divorced.  It all happened so quickly; psychologists told me that I was experiencing the type of grief similar to that of someone who had experienced the sudden death of a loved one.  I went through many different negative feelings during this time: shock, anger, sadness, depression, obsession, shame and grief.  Not only did the news of the divorce have severe mental effects on me, but physical ones as well.  I lost about 20 pounds in the first two weeks of our separation and struggled to make meals for myself in the weeks after that, which only prolonged the weight loss.   I cried myself to sleep often and needed to have my parents call me every morning for about three months to ensure that I would get out of bed.   I was severely depressed throughout this time and struggled with bouts of it for about two years.  Throughout our separation, it became clear to me that my husband had been seeing other women, a discovery which created immense amounts of rage and jealousy within me.  Since then I have developed issues surrounding the areas of trust and jealousy, especially in my intimate relationships; fears that continue to have negative effects in my life today.
B.) Have you sought support or assistance to resolve or cope with these challenges?  If so, please describe and give your evaluation of the effectiveness.
During the time that I was getting divorced, I saw a therapist on a weekly basis and it was one of the best things that I could have done for myself.  She helped me become strong within myself again and move through my divorce in a very positive way.  I would often start our weekly sessions filled with anger and sadness yet, after our hour session was over, I would leave her office feeling lighter and more balanced.  She and I created small, yet tangible goals for me to accomplish each week as a way for me to maintain a positive focus on life.  She encouraged me to play my viola three days a week, as playing music was something that relaxed me and made me feel happy.  She put me on an exercise and meal plan so that I could regain my physical health, and also gave me a bedtime so that I made sure that I was getting eight hours of sleep every night.  Typically, I would not like such strict guidelines, but at this time in my life I needed that kind of discipline in order for me to pull through.  During our therapy sessions we would talk about dreams for the future – what were things that I could do with my life now, that I did not have the freedom or ability to do before?  I did not know it then, but the list of dreams that I wrote out one day alone in my kitchen became the stepping stone of a completely transformed life for me.  It is even one of the reasons that I am applying for this program today.  In conclusion, my therapist was an extremely integral part of my healing process and, was it not for her guidance and support, I honestly do not think that I would have made such a positive transformation in my life today. 
My spirituality and belief in God also helped me a great deal during this time.  I found myself reflecting back (and using) many of the spiritual teachings that I had learned throughout the years – free form writing, forgiveness exercises, meditation, and many other tools that would help comfort and balance me during this difficult time.  I was increasingly drawn to God and church in a very large way during and after my divorce.  As someone who was never raised to take part in conventional church services on Sundays, for about a two month time period I wanted to attend church with my friends every Sunday just to feel an extra touch of God and community while I was away from home.  Once I moved back home to Minnesota (my ex-husband and I were living in Missouri), I once again became very involved in the Movement of Spiritual Inner Awareness (MSIA) and Peace Theological Seminary (PTS).  I was lucky to be living in a city that facilitated many different PTS courses including “The Power Within You” and “The Travelers Through the Ages” taking both of these courses literally transformed my life.  They moved me to a higher consciousness and helped me release a lot of built up karma, pain and confusion.  I walked away from these two classes with a clearer purpose for my life, a stronger connection to Spirit, and a deeper love and acceptance for myself, which was all very healing for me.
One of the final and most important ways that I was able to get through my divorce was through the love and support of friends and family.  When I first found out that Tyler wanted a divorce, I was incredibly embarrassed and ashamed by the fact that I was only 23 years old and already getting divorced.  However, as I began to open up and tell my close friends and colleagues about my divorce, I found that telling people helped my situation immensely as it reassured me to know that others were caring for me, thinking of me, and sending me their love and prayers.  It was at this point where I really started to believe in the power of prayer. I guess I had always believed in prayer, but had never fully experienced its strength until that moment.  I could feel the love and energy of friends and family surround and protect me, and I had this inner knowing that the reason I was able to endure so much was because of the prayers, light and love that people continuously sent me.  I reached out and asked for hugs, meals, company, love, support; I received all of that and so much more.  I learned a beautiful lesson:  that there are truly good people in this world – people who openly share their love, homes, and wisdom and do not ask for anything in return.  Though this divorce was one of the most difficult experiences of my life, I also received one of the greatest blessings because of it.  I learned what it means to lose someone and because of that I have gained deep compassion and empathy and am able to share that freely with others.
 All of this helped to give me strength and love within myself at a time where I was feeling very alone.  Through the therapy, spiritual practices and unconditional love from family and friends, I was able to get through my divorce with much more dignity, strength and inner love than I would have otherwise without any support systems in place.  Through this experience I feel that I have transformed into a strong, independent and loving woman.  I am now learning to become more in-tune with myself while listening to the wisdom of my heart, trying to share the gift of love and compassion with others, as my companions did so beautifully with me.
C.) Please discuss how you have adapted or responded to these situations and how you perceive they may be influencing you now.
 Throughout my divorce, my dad continued to remind me of three important things:
1)      “Life would become good again and that although I could not see it then, I would become happy and find love again.”
2)        “Everything happens for a reason, even though I don’t know what those reasons are in this moment.”
3)      “God will never give you anything that you can’t handle.”
My dad was right, as my life has become good again.  I can now see why I was not supposed to stay married.   And God in fact did not give me anything that I could not handle. 
Two months following my divorce, I decided to check an item off of my “dream” list and go and volunteer in Belize.  While I was in Belize, I stopped surviving and started living again.  I found love and happiness and strength and a whole new sense of purpose in my life.  Belize opened up my life in ways I could have never imagined, and I know that if I had continued to stay married I would not be here in Mexico today, nor would I have had many of the amazing experiences that I have gained over the past four years of my life since my divorce. 
The main things that I have gained inwardly from my divorce are a deeper spiritual focus, inner strength and an understanding of unconditional love.  I also have a greater understanding of pain and grief and because of that empathy and compassion.  I was shown that even though there are people in this world who can make my life difficult, there are so many others whose tremendous hearts can wrap me up in their love, and I want to do the same for them in return.   
As I reflect on my divorce almost four years later I am able to fully comprehend how much better my life has become.  I feel happy, strong and excited about my future and can clearly see how I was able to transform a devastating event into a beautiful new life for myself.  

Sunday, March 4, 2012

The day we had a car...

The other weekend I had some friends come into town, they were traveling through Mexico and stopped in Oaxaca for a few days.  What was really exciting about their visit was that they had a *gasp* car!  Jonny and I don't have a car here, nor do any of our friends, so we always feel pretty confined by public transportation (which is great and easy to take, but limits your freedom).  So when we found out that Cole and Lisa had rented a car we got really excited to spend the day with them and enjoy the freedom that a car brings

Cole is from Seattle and works in the wine business there. He has a friend who put him in touch with the man who produces the best Mezcal in Oaxaca.  For those of you who don't know, Mezcal is a liquor that is native to Oaxaca, and is essentially the sister of Tequila.  It is becoming pretty popular in the States in all of the posh bars, and this mezcal in particular "Del Maguey" sells for about $20 a shot or $200 a bottle (honestly, who spends $20 on a shot?).  So Cole took us to meet Don, the man behind Del Maguey and he gave us a private tour of his Mezcal factory.  Though before we began tasting mezcal, he took us to the market for some delicious breakfast and fresh juice....

Jonny, Lisa, Cole and Don eating breakfast at the market
The entrance to Del Maguey


Don and Cole tasting some Mezcal


After we were done with mezcal tasting, we went to these ruins outside of Oaxaca, called Yagul.  As you can see below, they kind of look like they have the same layout of a real-life PacMan game.  If I had kids, I think that it would be so fun to bring them here and have them partake in a Human PacMan game....
Yagul


The beautiful valley of Oaxaca


After we left Yagul, we went to Hierve el Agua (translation: where the water boils), which is a petrified waterfall at the top of a mountain range.  It has water that "boils" out at the top of the mountain and then drips down and calcifies into these petrified waterfalls.  You can swim in the natural pools at the very top and it is pretty cool.

Jonny and I showing ya'll how it's done
This is what the waterfalls currently look like in the Dry Season
And just for fun, this is what it looks like when we were there during the Rainy Season.  Holy smokes right??!!!  Check out that difference!   


Swimming in the natural pools at Hierve el Agua


After we were done swimming in the pools, we took off for home as it had been a long day and we were all tired.  But we did all of these things in one day, which was amazing, and we could have never done it if we didn't have a car.  It was fun!  More adventures to come.....

Love,
Els

Sunday, January 29, 2012

Finally an update

I know, I've failed at blogging these past few months.  I've had tons to say, lots of pictures to show, yet no motivation to actually sit down and write.  Recently however, some of my cousins have departed to far off lands such as Hawaii and Bhutan and I absolutely LOVE seeing pictures of their lives there and reading their daily updates....so it has re-inspired me to try this blogging thing again, because well, there might be some of you still hanging around who are interested in what the hell I've been up to in Mexico these past few months....because despite what the blog has portrayed, I've actually been partaking in some pretty cool things, so I’ll try to be better about telling you all about it.

Here is a quick update of my past few months (and then some pictures to boot):

Jonny and I went to an ex-pat, potluck Thanksgiving.  It consisted of 40 people and tons of food.  Someone's food made me sick and I woke up at 5am throwing up.

Once the puke subsided I took a 30 minute flight to the beach (it is either a 30 minute flight or a 6.5 hour bus ride of hell).  My friends were there, as was a 3 day weekend.  Life was good.  I read, ate seafood, worked on my tan and giggled with girlfriends.  I also helped to release 150 baby sea turtles into the sea.  I wrote a report about sea turtles in 4th grade, and have always wanted to see the babies swim out to sea.  Those little guys sure are cute – I can now check that off the bucket list.

  

Jonny also left that weekend to go to Belize for two weeks for work. It was my first time being home alone in Mexico.   I didn't like it.  I don't do well home alone. I make the dog sleep with me, stay up way too late, eat crap for food and read a lot.  The reading part wasn't so bad, the rest of it was.

We held a Christmas party at a Oaxacan Children's home.  It was super fun and really exhausting.  40 kids under the age of 8 is a lot of play time and a lot of work.  That same day, I held an evening Christmas party for my staff - it was fancy, delicious and fun and made everyone real jolly.  The importance of celebrating Christmas and having a big ol' party for it when you don't live in the United States and aren't around your families should never be underestimated.



I flew home to Duluth for Christmas and my time there flew right by.  I saw some family and friends, but not nearly for long enough.  Christmas was sweet, as was my family, and before I knew it, I was packing my bags to leave again.

I then flew out to NYC to celebrate New Year’s with the Roman clan.  Jonny is half Puerto Rican, so our celebration consisted of this amazing Latin party of drumming and music and lots and lots of dancing.  It was so much fun.  While I was there, I got really sick with the flu, which put a little damper on things.  Why is it that whenever you want to get out of work you never get sick, but when you are vacation that is when your body decides it is time to give it a rest? 

We came back to Oaxaca on the 2nd and have been here ever since.  We went to a huge baptism for our friend’s baby – which by the way, had a party afterwards that would challenge any wedding reception in the US (and this was for their 1 year old son!  Holy smokes). 



One of my lifelong friends and his girlfriend came to visit and stayed with us for a week.  It was really fun having guests and it was so nice to spend time with him and just catch up.  We took them to the mountains and went caving, it was fun and nice to get out of the city. 


Both Jonny and I are overwhelmed with work, but have vacation coming our way in April when we head to Fiji for two weeks.

Other than that, we are just hanging and are excited to just be here for a while and not travel so much. Feel free to come and visit.  And as long as Camille and Iman keep updating their blogs, I’ll feel more inclined to update mine as well.  So Camille and Iman….you have a big responsibility now.  Keep going with your updates…and then maybe you will get to hear from me once and awhile as well





Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Dia de los Muertos

I am a little behind on posting, I know....but I wanted to fill you all in on the amazing Day of the Dead celebrations that we just had here in Mexico.  I realized that most Americans have no idea how Day of the Dead is actually celebrated, so here is a little educational post for you, with some pretty awesome pics to boot.... enjoy :-)

Dia de los Muertos is one of the biggest holidays in Mexico - it is a celebration that spans three days - where Mexicans do nothing but celebrate their loved ones who have died.  It begins on Oct 31 and lasts through Nov. 2, and unlike Halloween in the States where death is something to be feared, here in Mexico, death - or at least the memories of those who have died - is something to be celebrated.

Oaxaca is famous for their Dia de los Muertos celebrations and because of it the city was bustling with people for the entire week.  The graveyards were packed as people visit the cemetery where their loved ones are buried, and everyone else just piles in to partake in the celebrations.  They decorate gravesites with an enormous amount of flowers and candles.  They bring toys for dead children and bottles of tequila to adults.  They sit on picnic blankets next to gravesites and eat the favorite food of their loved ones.  They play music and are happy and it is such a fantastic way to remember those who you have lost.  Mexico does it right here in terms of memorials - as once a year, the dead are celebrated in such a joyous way - I think that we could have something to learn here....

Below are some pictures of the events to give you a better idea of what I'm talking about:

The Panteon General (main cemetery).  It was completely lit up - amazing.
One of the many altars built at the cemetery.

All of the flowers in the cemetery.  This picture does not do it justice, but there were flowers everywhere!  I've never been in a cemetery that has smelled so good!

As part of tradition they make sugar skulls that they decorate and put your name on :-)

Everyone also builds altars in their homes, so we built one in our office with flowers, candles, fruit, treats, photos and other memories of the people that we love who have passed on...

 And that's it for now....if you ever get the chance to come to Oaxaca for Day of the Dead - do it!  It will be an experience that you will never forget!



Monday, November 14, 2011

Ever wondered what it is like working in Mexico?


For those of you working in cubicals in the cold, windy weather.....this is how we do it here in Oax.  

My employee Blaze soaking up the sun

Well that, and since flowers are still blooming, we pick them and put them in our hair..... 

Monday, September 12, 2011

Why I am humbled...

Today was a day that I won’t forget for a long time.  It was a day that brought forth a lot of reflection – and a lot of humbleness.   

Jonny and I came to Belize on Friday for vacation.  We are here for 12 days, 8 of those days are vacation, and 4 of those days are to work with our offices and staff here.  Today was one of those “work” days.  We started off the morning by having a quick meeting with the team and then jumping into Nicole’s car to drive around town and see projects that ProWorld had recently completed.  We then left town and drove out into one of the nearby villages to one of our project partners who produces organic Mayan chocolate.  We went upstairs with them to the second level of their open air house and was served a homemade lunch of the most delicious rice, beans and chicken – with homemade hot chocolate and bites of homemade chocolate for dessert.  While we ate, Juan, the man who runs the chocolate farm, spoke to us about how they are producing the chocolate from the ancient Mayan traditions of sustainable agriculture, respecting the jungle and the ecosystem and about not forgetting tradition and respect in everyday life.  It was inspiring how much he knew about the sacred balance of our fragile ecosystem, but yet how much faith he still had in humanity and his neighbors to restore it.  He said that the weight of the jungle is on his shoulders and if he doesn’t carry it and fight for the change, then who will?  And as I sat on his porch, eating rice and beans in 95 degree heat with 95% humidity, with no air conditioning, three mangy puppies playing at my feet and two chickens clucking behind me – I was humbled for the first time that day – for I oftentimes forget that one person can make a change.  This man feels that he is holding the entire weight of the Belizean jungles on his shoulders – yet he is not overwhelmed by that thought – he is inspired by it and taking on the challenge on a daily basis.  There have been many times in my life where I have stayed quiet said to myself “ah, I’m only one person, my voice won’t mean a thing” – but today I was reminded that it does and that that overused Margaret Mead quote of “Never doubt that a small group of dedicated citizens can change the world, indeed it is the only thing that ever has” may actually be overused because it is true….

After we left the Mayan chocolate factory, we took an hour long drive, on a bumpy dirty road, out to Barranco – one of the most secluded villages in Southern Belize.  Barranco is the hometown of the famous Belizean musician, Andy Palacio.  It is also the hometown to 160 other Gariffuna Belizeans who rest together peacefully on the edge of the ocean, in the middle of the jungle.  Barranco is dense jungle like I have never seen it before – the jungle runs right down to the water’s edge, there is no beach, nothing – just jungle and ocean - and in-between that some grass roads, some huts and a small (think smaller than your smallest bedroom) corner store.  We walked throughout the village greeting friends of Nicole’s, sitting on their porches, sharing in smiles, laughter, stories and jokes and then continuing along our way.  It was so simple, yet so profound, and such a sweet, simple way to let the afternoon pass by.  



As night fell we made our final stop to visit a close friend of Nicole’s, Joan.  Joan is an ex-pat from the US and has two daughters around the ages of 8 and 11.  She has lived in Belize for the past 20 years and has quite the story.  Her house has no electricity, and one small candle lighting the house, along with some dim light pouring in from the street.  In the darkness we ate a simple, yet delicious dinner of rice, beans and fried plantains, while we swung from chairs that were hanging from the rafters of her thatched roof.  As we chatted and ate in the dark, I was amazed at how the darkness didn’t affect her daughters at all, they moved throughout the kitchen and bedrooms as if having no light was no big deal – and it wasn’t – it was part of life there.  The sun goes down at 6pm, which means it is time to eat, and then play for a little bit and then go to sleep.  The girls were so joyful throughout all of this, playing, joking and carrying on with their mother like young children do.  It was so refreshing to see; we don’t need all of this electricity that we pump into our houses, sure it is nice to have, but it is definitely not necessary to have a happy, functioning family.  As the girls ran around barefoot throughout their house, which connects to the jungle-ness of their front yard, the mother was telling us about a recent trip back to the States where they visited their family in Ohio and after observing life in the US, her oldest daughter said “Mom, people in America don’t walk barefoot on grass do they?”  And I thought, no honey, they don’t, because walking barefoot in long grass isn’t safe and if you do walk through it, then you have the chance of stepping in dog shit like I did today and Americans hate things that aren’t safe and more than that, they hate stepping in shit.    And it isn’t that you can’t do these things in America – it’s just that most people don’t.  We do step in dog shit, but we hardly walk barefoot through un-manicured grass, and we definitely don’t eat in the dark, in our living rooms, and enjoy it.  And so after this simple experience of spending time in their house, I was yet once again, humbled.


After we departed their house, we began our drive back home and Nicole started telling us more about Joan’s life and it is a rough life at that.  Joan used to have a 2 year old boy, and when she was out of town, the boy was taken by a drunk man and murdered.  She then had a 3 year old daughter who was hit by a car and killed.  Then her husband physically and mentally abused and controlled her so much that she almost died, so she took her two daughters and left the prospering business that they had created in another village in Belize, left the comforts of their home, and ran away from her husband.  Now they live in the little village of Barranco, where life was sweet until the girls were both recently physically assaulted by a man in the village.  He is now locked up – but when will this family get a break?  And I tell you this, not to make you sick to your stomach, but because it is their reality and it will make you feel humbled – as it did for me – that it is not your reality.  This mom now makes soap in Barranco and sells it for $2.00 USD a bar in order to support her family.  I bought 4 bars today, but that was prior to knowing her story.  Had I known her story, I would have bought out her store and given you all bars of soap as presents for the next 10 years, but I didn’t know her story at the time so will just have to send her lots of love and light in the meantime and buy more next time.  But the thing is, even after all of this – the family still has joy.  They still laughed throughout dinner and ran around barefoot - giggling - playing freely throughout the yard.

As so it is.   These are the stories of Belize.  These are the reasons that I am going to bed humbled tonight.  Today I learned a great deal about strength, humanity, simplicity and unity.  Today I once again fell in love with Belize, but yet was also scared like hell from it, and totally and completely humbled by it. 

Sunday, July 10, 2011

My Grocery Store...

So I've realized that most people don't really understand the ins and outs of my day to day life in Mexico, so I am going to try to explain to you little by little.  I'm going to start with my grocery store, my Super Target, my Walmart..... my market.  The markets in Mexico are where I buy all of my fresh produce and many other necessities for life here - it's kind of like a massive Farmers Market, but about 95% cheaper.  The markets here are so alive; with vendors, friendly conversations, hundreds of aromas, bright colors and everything fresh.


The other weekend Jonny and I were incredibly low on food, so we went to a really big market that has just about everything - and bought so much food.  I can't remember exactly everything that we bought, but we bought about:
  • 10 zucchinis
  • 10 cucumbers
  • 10 carrots
  • 15 potatoes
  • 20 limes
  • 1 pineapple
  • 1 cantaloupe
  • a big bunch of bananas
  • lettuce
  • spinach
  • parsley
  • cilantro
  • beets
  • 1 lb of almonds
  • broccoli
  • apples
  • tomatoes
  • a huge bag of green beans
  • and more that I can't remember....
  • ALL FOR LESS THAN $20.00
What??!!  I know.  Amazing.  We have no excuse to never eat fresh fruit here, and typically we do a pretty good job of it as we have a market right next to our house and our office, so we can always get fresh food when we need it.  The downside of this is, once we buy it then we need to sanitize all of it because we can't eat it without washing it super carefully otherwise we get sick.  So once we get home, we fill a bunch of bowls with water, put some sanitizing stuff in it and let everything soak for awhile to avoid parasites and all of that other good stuff that come on Mexican veggies :-)

While at the market I also bought this beautiful, little hand embroidered apron.  I'm not sure why I look so silly in that photo...but whatever....


Here is the back...

And a close up of the front.  Don't I look just like a little Mexican Domestic Goddess?  :-)  Haha.  Right.  Don't let the apron fool you.