Did you grow up in a household thats nationality is predominantly Mexican but spoke all English so in turn you do not speak any Spanish but can understand a small amount... and when I say small amount I mean just enough to cuss out your friends or figure out that your in trouble for something... Well that was me, and going to Marianas market to get some Carne Asada was a true reminder of that. As I walked in I was like Rocky with my eye on the prize "Carne" and when I headed back to the meat counter I figured out that I was no match for all the short little Hispanic woman that reminded me of my grandmother. I walked up to the meat counter and waited around to get a number and as I stood there I had a few of these purse baring woman push their way up to the counter and bark out what they wanted. One of the women turned and looked at me and in Spanish said something and kind of growled out of the corner of her mouth. I'm not too sure what had just taken place but I do know that It was my turn to get some meat.
I ordered my meat and as they bagged it up I just looked around and began to plan my route to the produce without running someone over with my cart. I will say that standing 6'5 I had somewhat of an advantage when it came to getting around considering the median height in the place was about 5'5. Even with that advantage the produce area was still very hard to navigate considering the small isles and over stacked produce. The plus here is the definitely the prices, you can get enough lemons to make lemonade for the US ARMY 145th airborne battalion for about .85ยข and they are fresh. To be honest, all of the produce was really really fresh, I could not complain.
To sum up my trip to Marianas.. I got my meat, I got fresh produce, I got pushed around by 3 different obuelitas , growled at by one and reminded that I grew up like a coconut.. Brown on the outside and white on the inside. Will I go back you ask??? Absolutely. Will I touch up on my Spanish first? Well, do you know the number to order Rosetta Stone?