February 19, 2012. Playa Royale, Mexico. Grocery Shopping.

My Mother would be mortified.  My guest, Gillian, has just gone to the market to buy beer and vegetables.   My excuse for having an empty fridge is that we are leaving on Friday, so we do not want  a lot of food to give away.  I told Gill that we would go to the market after we had finished all the beer and liquor in the apartment,  and the same for vegetables.   She laughed and said she would calculate the amount of beer necessary, then go to the market herself.

In my lifetime, we have hosted many house guests and  have always had a refrigerator  and freezer full of food with plenty of meat, fruit and vegetables ready to eat at any time.  But not this time.  My excuse is that I was not sure how often we would eat out so I assumed we would dine out often and need little food or beverages.  If we did not, the market is just down the road.  But I see I should have been prepared.

I am sure both Gill and I will regale our friends in Nova Scotia about the time she came to visit us in Mexico and was required to shop at the market before she had enough food to eat.  It would be true too.