Bacon is Good for Me!

Check out this video to understand the title of today’s blog. This is a favorite of mine!

My roommate and I found a rare treasure in the city this week….bacon! Who in this city has pigs, I still don’t know, but somehow, someway, there is a butcher shop that sells all pork products. I find this amazing, since neither Orthodox nor Muslims eat pork and those two religions seemingly make up about 98% of the population of our city. Regardless, we found pork (specifically bacon) and that makes me very happy. I was skeptical of how it would taste at first – it was very fatty looking, with only flecks of meet within the fat. But when I cooked it, it shrank down to a deliciously, salty, crispy product that went wonderfully with my eggs. The eggs happen to be very delicious here, which makes sense because I’m pretty sure they literally come out of the chicken and into our house – covered in lots of appetizing looking dirt and feces. Doesn’t get fresher than that! Despite the outer appearances, the eggs are really good and combined with the bacon, I think I may have found my first item of comfort food here!

Yesterday, I took a trip with a local to the Mercado. Supposedly this is the largest market in Africa. I really had no idea what to expect, but it reminded me a lot of Wal-Mart – if Wal-Mart were located in the open air and sold African goods. You can buy everything at the Mercado from chains, ropes, paint, and tin to African souvenirs to trendy modern clothing to every item of local produce you can think of. Like I said, basically a Wal-Mart. However, every different type of item has its own booth and there are multiple booths selling the same things. So, you go from booth to booth over a huge, sprawling area of both indoor and outdoor aisles or roads and purchase what you need. As a “firinge” looking at souvenirs, everything I glanced at got promptly picked up by the vendor and prepared for my purchase. I learned very quickly to keep my interest in things hidden until I was actually ready to buy. Every booth I passed I heard “Please Madam, just come look. You will look?” It was a very overwhelming and stressful experience as I was harassed on every side to look or buy whatever products were around me. They will also jack the prices up on firinge, just because they can. I was told by locals to never go by myself because I would get ripped off, hence the reason I had a local woman with me. One vendor even told my friend that she was going to tell me a price that was significantly higher until she saw the local friend with me and knew she wouldn’t get by with it.

I am attaching pictures of my room and the garden in my front yard. I wish I could take credit for the garden, but I am afraid I will have to give all the credit to our guard, who actually happens to be of the “Sparrow” people group. Planted in the garden is lettuce, cabbage, something called costas which I think is similar to greens, onions, garlic, and then in the backyard tomatoes and bananas. Maybe I need to get our guard to show me some tricks of the trade, cause I could get used to this! #gallery-16-2 { margin: auto; } #gallery-16-2 .gallery-item { float: left; margin-top: 10px; text-align: center; width: 33%; } #gallery-16-2 img { border: 2px solid #cfcfcf; } #gallery-16-2 .gallery-caption { margin-left: 0; } /* see gallery_shortcode() in wp-includes/media.php */

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