Farmer's Market

So Kelley and I were again turned out from the gym because all the good machines were taken. Instead of going to the rowers or something we decided to go to Starbucks. Same diff. While in Starbucks, contemplating what to do for the duration of the day, we realized that we were finally awake during and aware of the Farmer's Market that happens every Saturday morning until noon at the train station.

Well, let me just say, these are my people. Ladies in their fifties with blue hair, hippies selling organic food, a Russian lady selling Russian food I can't pronounce, French people making crepes, fresh fish on display, and the friendliest bunch of shoppers I have ever seen. I am going to start buying my veggies and fruits and breads and okay, anything else they sell there from them instead of from the grocery store. They had grey pumpkins (which I still can't force myself to buy), purple cabbage, something called sweet Swedes, tiny yams, extravagant cakes, and smoked venison (a delicacy here - weird). It smelled like a million fresh good things at once.

After shopping for an eternity (who could rush?), I decided on fresh Brie and a bagette and the lady threw in some free cheese curds. I love this country. Kelley got some fresh raspberries and a Russian dessert neither of us could pronounce or specifically identify. The only known facts: it had cherries in it and tasted good. Dunedin really does have heaps of fun and interesting forms of entertainment. They even have student discounts with much of the veggie sales. I mean, honestly. New Zealand is the coolest kid I know.