Shopping in Castara
Posted: Fri Aug 31, 2007 11:12 am
Been musing again, and trying to get my random thoughts in some sort of order before publishing my diary and finding fame and fortune. Watch out Bill Bryson....!
Have just fought my way around my local gargantuan superstore which is currently being re furbished and increased still further.UK readers will know; it's the one beginning with T that is swamping this country.
I have realised how much I enjoyed shopping in Castara. We went to Pennysavers a few times because it's hard to keep away from supermarkets, but those little shops in Castara were a treat.
They are a bit like Dr Who's Tardis; bigger on the inside than on the outside, and full of suprises. You go in ,ask if they have such and such, look around, and say " OH! They sell this too!"
There is the personal touch too. You go to the fruit and veg shop and ask what's come in today, as there seems to be something different every day. There were slices of melon one day. "Big or small?" he asks( I wish,amongst many other things, we had spent more time getting to know Castara, and found out more people's names)."Big, of course" I reply, and get a chuckle in response.
(My father always said " If you're gonna have one, have a big un!") I digress, again.
It also struck me what a healthy lot the locals must be; fruit growing everywhere and jumping off the trees at you(I was almost hit by a mango,and looked around to see who had thrown it) and the freshest of fresh fish, and those free range chickens and eggs.
Oh how I miss those chickens, and even the damn cockerells!
See you!
Carol
Have just fought my way around my local gargantuan superstore which is currently being re furbished and increased still further.UK readers will know; it's the one beginning with T that is swamping this country.
I have realised how much I enjoyed shopping in Castara. We went to Pennysavers a few times because it's hard to keep away from supermarkets, but those little shops in Castara were a treat.
They are a bit like Dr Who's Tardis; bigger on the inside than on the outside, and full of suprises. You go in ,ask if they have such and such, look around, and say " OH! They sell this too!"
There is the personal touch too. You go to the fruit and veg shop and ask what's come in today, as there seems to be something different every day. There were slices of melon one day. "Big or small?" he asks( I wish,amongst many other things, we had spent more time getting to know Castara, and found out more people's names)."Big, of course" I reply, and get a chuckle in response.
(My father always said " If you're gonna have one, have a big un!") I digress, again.
It also struck me what a healthy lot the locals must be; fruit growing everywhere and jumping off the trees at you(I was almost hit by a mango,and looked around to see who had thrown it) and the freshest of fresh fish, and those free range chickens and eggs.
Oh how I miss those chickens, and even the damn cockerells!
See you!
Carol
