Monday, October 18, 2010

My 2nd Visit to The Flea Market


I went to the Flea Market for the second time this past Sunday. The experience was better I must say. After sitting at home contemplating my visit, I found myself in line to park at the Opa Locka Flea Market once again. This time I was charged for parking... a whole dollar! I made my way through the tent shops and tried my hardest to dispaly a friendly-not-uncomfortable smile. I found myself heading toward the food court like I had done my first visit there. This time, Carmen, the lady at the beer stand, was not there. I started getting a little nervous, wondering who I would speak to this time. Once again, I chugged my three-dollar Presidente, and just started walking. The live band was present again and I figured it would be too loud for me to carry a conversation with anyone at the food court. As I walked, I made eye contact with a semi-friendly face, Dania's face. I introduced myself to her and before I knew it, I was engaged in a casual and comfortable conversation with her. Dania has been at the flea market for six years now. She explained to me that she works seven days of the week and is there from morning to night. She seemed so comfortable speaking to me as well. Many times, I didn't even have to ask her questions, she just talked. Dania told me she is from Cuba and has a family to support. She said that rent goes up every month by three-dollars and that because of the economic crisis, her sales have dropped like 60%. I felt horrible. I could not believe that this nice woman had to work so hard. While I mingled with Dania, she introduced me to her friend, Ana, who is Dominican. Ana was extremely friendly and told me where she works during the week so that I could go visit her there. I agreed to see her Friday at the restaurant where she is employed. It is in Hialeah and not far from my house at all. Can't wait to learn more about her. I said good-bye to both and promised to return soon. My second experience was so much better. I left feeling very satisfied and I feel that next time I visit the flea market, I will feel more comfortable.