Showing posts with label shopping in a spanish village. Show all posts
Showing posts with label shopping in a spanish village. Show all posts

Monday, January 11, 2010

Shopping in the village

We have about 4 weeks left in Spain, before the big move. We've had a wonderful life here, made a lot of friends and will leave with very happy memories.

Besides the interior photos which I've shared with you there have been many snaps of village life, so while I've been pet sitting I've sorted through the photos to give you a look inside village life.

Shopping:
Spanish village market. Photograph by Tim IrvingMarket day
Monday is market day! Every Monday 3 or 4 stalls set up in the church plaza selling clothes, shoes and household goods. The traders set up at 9am and leave around 1pm. There are mainly women browsing and buying, a great opportunity to catch up on village news and events - and a godsend to the elderly people who don't have transport or access to the larger shops outside of the valley. The busiest day of the year for the market is the week before the Day of the Dead, when all the villagers buy artificial flowers for the graves of their loved ones.

Village shop. Photograph by Tim IrvingThe village shop
This is Encarnacion in her shop where I buy beer and milk. 8 years ago cows milk was a novelty here and you had to visit a supermarket in one of the larger towns. The shop is also a place to hear news. At the back of the shop, next to the toilet rolls are 2 dining chairs where the older customers sit and call out their shopping lists to Encarnacion.

After 8 years I thought I understood the shop opening hours, which are Monday to Friday 9am-2pm and 5pm-8pm. Saturday, 9am-1pm. Sunday closed. Holidays and fiestas 9am-1pm. However, I've found there are days when the shop should be open, but is closed, and visa versa. But it seems I'm the only one who gets caught out by these odd days (or I'm the only one who runs out of beer and milk). I've questioned these anomolies as I seem to be the only person in the village who gets confused.

Cake party. Photograph by Tim IrvingLala's cake show
If I'm in the market for cake other than the sponge cakes baked by the local panaderia, then I have to travel to the next village where occasionally my friend Lala will hold a cake show. The cake show is one of the highlights of the social calendar, it's where models glide around showing and serving beautiful cakes to a drooling audience.

So there you have my brief outline of shopping in my village. We also have deliveries of bread, eggs, and cheese and hams. Once in a while a knife sharpener will appear on a moped and up until a few years ago, a man would call to repair cane seated chairs, but I fear he is now dead.
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