on my way to work
On my route to work the other day, I decided that my coffee would be just a little smoother with some milk. So I decide to swing into the neighborhood pulperia (small typical convenience store in just about every neighborhood in Costa Rica- abarrotes o mini supers in other countries) for a small box. On my way in I wish my vecinos a good day, and all the while smiling at the beautiful day I have ahead of me.
Things get better once there because today is the day the clini is open, so there are tons of people in the neighborhood (WAIT, don't get confused, Im not happy because there are sick people or people that need to visit the clinic... keep reading) Im happy because that means that other people bring their wares to sell. ANNNND It just so happens that while I am shooting the breeze with the son of the pulperia owner, who is obligated to work at the family store, in walks a Colombia man selling arepa con queso.
Obviously I have to buy one. I love homemade things, and I think the entire neighborhood knows. When they make something and see me go by they yell, "E! Flaca, tengo [insert yummy typical goods here]" They sell, empandas (all types), tamales, tamales asados, pan casero, palitos de queso, vigorones (cabage salad with chimicurri on top, served with chicarrones and yuca!!- yum), pan con pasa, arroz con leche. I never say no, and they best thing, if I dont have the $$ on me, I can pay them the next day, now thats what I call neighbors! So it was no surprise that I got an arepa at the store. It was funny too b/c the young kid was like, "what is that, a tortilla?" And the Colombian responded, nope, its an arepa. Thats when I chimed in and said, "Yeah, they are made with maza, but way tasty! In Colombia, they make some and stuff them with chicken or beef, and they are deliciosa!" We both laugh about how HUGE they make some in Colombia too, and the guy says, "yea, ella sabe como es"-
We settle up and I say my adios' and head out to the 'freeway' to work, aka the beach during low tide. My commute is an easy 2min ride trek, and it is sunny 300+ days of the year. I get there in no time and I settle in to my office, pour myself a nice cup o' cafe con leche, nibble on my arepa and begin my day. No complaints thus far.
Things get better once there because today is the day the clini is open, so there are tons of people in the neighborhood (WAIT, don't get confused, Im not happy because there are sick people or people that need to visit the clinic... keep reading) Im happy because that means that other people bring their wares to sell. ANNNND It just so happens that while I am shooting the breeze with the son of the pulperia owner, who is obligated to work at the family store, in walks a Colombia man selling arepa con queso.
Obviously I have to buy one. I love homemade things, and I think the entire neighborhood knows. When they make something and see me go by they yell, "E! Flaca, tengo [insert yummy typical goods here]" They sell, empandas (all types), tamales, tamales asados, pan casero, palitos de queso, vigorones (cabage salad with chimicurri on top, served with chicarrones and yuca!!- yum), pan con pasa, arroz con leche. I never say no, and they best thing, if I dont have the $$ on me, I can pay them the next day, now thats what I call neighbors! So it was no surprise that I got an arepa at the store. It was funny too b/c the young kid was like, "what is that, a tortilla?" And the Colombian responded, nope, its an arepa. Thats when I chimed in and said, "Yeah, they are made with maza, but way tasty! In Colombia, they make some and stuff them with chicken or beef, and they are deliciosa!" We both laugh about how HUGE they make some in Colombia too, and the guy says, "yea, ella sabe como es"-
We settle up and I say my adios' and head out to the 'freeway' to work, aka the beach during low tide. My commute is an easy 2min ride trek, and it is sunny 300+ days of the year. I get there in no time and I settle in to my office, pour myself a nice cup o' cafe con leche, nibble on my arepa and begin my day. No complaints thus far.
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