We bought a watermelon at the market today, and it’s in fact sparking a post. Call us easily amused, perhaps, but we’re studying another language for quite a few hours each day, so it’s inevitable.
First off, watermelons are fairly small here, more like cantaloupe-sized. This worries me for what they put in those ginormous watermelons in the states that are more the size of a small child.
When we purchased the melon, the guy picked it up, took his little spoon, and used the end of it to cut out a piece of the watermelon–like this:
And we thought it was cool. That was about it.
Two other side notes equally as irrelevant to the world:
– This country is obsessed with plastic bags. They could very easily be using the same amount in Mae Sot as the whole of America, and it’s ridiculous. And they tend to get offended if you say you don’t need one and you’ll just stick whatever-it-is in your own bag. Today I bought some corn from a vendor that already had all the vegetables bagged–they were in tied plastic bags, divided in the amounts she wanted to sell them in. And even then, when I implied I didn’t need to put my already-bagged corn in another bag to go along with my six others I was already carrying, she looked shocked… ?
– Hula hoops are making a comeback in this country. They are in every store and market, with kids and adults alike bringing them back for both exercise and fun. It’s bizarre, like we time-warped into the 80s.