A Day with Doris

Crowds of people lined the narrow aisles that separated the tiny booths bursting with goods. Everything from raw fish and used suitcases to cactus plants and exotic fruits overflowed from each stall. A rainbow of color vividly presented itself in the rich fabrics, bright plastic wear, and array of foods on display.  Car horns blared as taxis and buses struggled to move through the masses.

When a coworker invited me to spend a Saturday afternoon with her in "El Centro," I never could have imagined the sights and sounds that would engulf me. 

"Is there a good day to go shopping here," I asked Doris, "With less crowds?" She casually replied, "The market is always this full of people." 

Attempting to catch my attention, vendors called, "Mona," as I maneuvered though the booths. This term refers to those with light-colored hair. Several tugged lightly on my arm in hopes of making a sale. 

Doris had advised me not to bring a purse, so I brought only a cheap cell phone and a few pesos discreetly tucked into my clothes. With a distinguishably different appearance  and obvious amazement at the activity surrounding me, I could be a particular target for pickpocketing. 

Upon discovering a few booths with jewelry and accessories, Doris eagerly pulled me inside the area. After considering the merchandise, she bought me a necklace, earrings, and headband. 

Just a short walk from the heart of the market's excitement stood a contrasting, peaceful plaza, marking the home of the beautiful Iglesias de San Nicolás de Tolentino. We entered for a moment before returning to the crowds. 

We eventually found a hearty, vegetarian-friendly lunch and indulged ourselves before returning to her house and spending a few moments with her family. 

This chaotic afternoon, slightly overwhelming (yet completely thrilling), is a defining cultural experience for me. To drown into such an authentic moment, guided by the expertise of a local is precious. I will never forget my day with Doris.