January 23, 2017 - My Local Grocery Store

January 23, 2017

Thoughts on My Local Grocery Store.

I admit I am glad these grocery stores exist in Bolivia now.  In the 80s there were very few really good places to buy food.  Most of my food was bought in the open- air markets, like Siete Calles or Ramada.  When I needed to buy meat, I would go to a butcher shop.  They were not usually air conditioned, so that meant they smelled pretty bad. 

Today Fidalga is across the street.  It is a jam-packed little market that has fresh, frozen, boxed, and canned foods.  It is pretty much like our grocery stores though the aisles are not as wide, so it feels more crowded.  They even have a small buffet, so I can buy lunch there when I don’t feel like cooking.  Because it is 500 steps from my apartment, I really don’t see a reason to buy food in Siete Calles or Ramada, the open-air markets near me.

It is like a small Wal-Mart.  Besides groceries, you can buy dishes, clothes, toys, gifts, and many other things here.  I don’t have to go far to get the things I need.

There is one thing about the store that I love; the kids who sack the groceries.  That is mostly because of one boy, Elian.  I had bought a little too much and was going to leave something behind and come back for it.  This box boy, Elian, said he’d carry it out for me.  I said I lived a block away.  He shrugged his shoulders like he didn’t care and grabbed all the heaviest bags.  We walked to my apartment, up the elevator, and to my door.  He would have unpacked for me if I had let him.  All the other boys have been that courteous.

I have no idea what to tip them.

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