Elisabethmarkt

Will and I usually divide and conquer the chores on Saturdays lately, with one of us baby-wrangling and the other shopping. But I was feeling nostalgic for the days of leisurely errands together, and so we strapped I-hate-my-stroller baby to her Dad and off we went. The central open air market in Munich is massive and, to me, a little overwhelming, especially on the weekend. So we opted to try a lesser market in an artsy neighborhood called Schwabing. This market, the Elisabethmarkt, was much more sane.

I faced my fears and shopped at one of the produce stands. Seemingly only to cause additional stress to foreigners, the food markets I have been to don't allow you to physically select your purchases. Instead, you have to name the what and how much of each item that you want, and then it is weighed and priced. I'm not proud of this fact, but I spend a good deal of my time with my headphones in, averting my eyes from on-lookers, in hopes of avoiding the bazillioneth stilted, awkward, "ich verstehe nicht" und "mein Deutsch ist schelct" conversation. Having to draw attention to myself by pantomiming my fruit and veggie selection is low on my list of fun times. But, I got it done.

After the unnecessarily difficult time of buying some lettuce, grapes, an avocado and a cucumber, E was still snoozing happily so we stopped off for a snack. We found a very cute little place on the edge of the markt called SuSa (Suppe & Saft - trans. Soup & Juice). We drank an orange/carrot juice with vanilla bean in it. Sounds odd, but it was quite delicious!

Well, I-hate-to-nap baby has arisen. So this post must end!

[Dad and E pictured in SuSa]