The store is decently sized... bigger than a P&C/Giant Eagle, but nothing compared to a Wegmans (aka heaven), claro. They actually had a fair amount of name brands from the states, but in many cases were twice as expensive as the Dominican brand.
Part of the store has two floors. No, I was not climbing the rafters.
We started out in the fruit section, trying to find bananas. After spending awhile figuring out the difference between yellow plátanos and green bananas, we eventually found them on a display on the other side of the fruit section.
We then went to the book section- what grocery store doesn't have a two floor book store inside? and I bought a French <-> Spanish dictionary. Not quite sure how I'm really going to use it, but I'm also not sure why I didn't purchase one of these ages ago.
After that I picked up some bread and pasta. My host mother recently bought a huge tub of peanut butter, and I've been putting pb on everything. Bananas, saltines, apples, Oreos... I've forced everyone in my host family plus my host bro's gf to try Oreos with peanut butter, ala LLo in Parent Trap.
Kind of impressed with myself for finding this one.
The dictionary + bread + pasta = 235 pesos (6.33 USD)
Not much, but still enough for a few meals... and some light reading? what?
Earlier this afternoon I went with another friend to La Serena, which is like a Walmart. Except more ghetto. I bought an umbrella (because I left the one my host mom lent me in the movie theater... whoops.), a beach towel, and a pack of those sticks and cheese things? Elementary school much? We also went into a tattoo place because my friend wanted to get an estimate for a tattoo. Not me. Family members, relax.
Also, a few other people in my group have been keeping blogs as well. They tend to, you know, actually write about places and events and don't spend large amounts of time talking about Miley Cyrus movies and yaroa.
Rose & Erin.
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