Off to Buy Fleas

I’m sure I’ve used that title (or something very similar before), but I am running out of titles.

20C and calm at wake-up time.

We headed off to the west today to go to Donna for a large open air flee market that Lyn had read about. As it turned out it was a little further than anticipated, as on the way back home we passed the turn off for the bridge we used to go to Mexico earlier in the week.

To me this was just another flea market, I really can’t get too excited looking at stuff that’s been in someones basement for decades (don’t tell Lyn I said that).  What did surprise me though was the amount of French being spoken, Texas seems a haven for Quebecers.

Lyn bought a few things, but the highlight for me was finding a vendor selling fresh mini-doughnuts! I’d been doughnut-less for two weeks. The doughnuts were made on site by a small machine and tank of hot oil that always reminds me of visiting the ideal home exhibition in Earls Court (London) as a kid.

To offset the doughnuts we bought a fresh pineapple; after selecting the pineapple it was skinned and cored on a nifty foot powered machine, all we had to do was slice and eat. The slicing eating was done later at home!

After a couple of hours at the place we headed back to the trailer. Rather than take the freeways we zig-zagged around the back roads. One thing that has surprised me in the rural parts is the mixture of housing. There doesn’t seem to be areas of poor living accommodation, there will be a wooden shack right next to a large brick built bungalow, then maybe a small ranch house then a trailer etc. What most houses do have is a fence, big and small expensive and cheap, the mast majority are fenced, even in the middle of no where.

On the way home we stopped for lunch and risked some Mexican food, coincidentally Lyn’s stomach has been making orchestral sounds ever since.