The fresh markets of Santiago
18.11.2011 - 18.11.2011 75 °F
After spending a day leisurely sitting on Tania's balcony, I ventured to take a tour of UN (of course not after emptying out the entire contents of my carefully packed backpack frantically looking for the hiding place I made for the atm and credit card yesterday). After meeting Tania's co-workers and seeing the oh so important conference rooms, we headed out the treasure island.
A stop at the Korean restaurant first (courtesy of Tania's Korean co-worker) we walked into taster's heaven: the fresh fruits and vegetable market.
WOW and mmm.
After much running around with my eyes called in all directions by the smells of perfectly ripe fruits (small natural strawberries, melons that feasts on you with their ripe juicy skins, I found the prize winner.
As I am writing this entry, I am biting into an apricot. No, not just any apricot, not those apricots you stick in a brown bag and are happy that they turn soft. No, these are the apricots that instantly took me back to Moldova. The truly complicated delicious bouquet of taste of an apricot that make you for a second forget everything else and turn your attention to the sweet sensations in your mouth.
Oh, and I am happy to report the ice cream is more than satisfactory.