The traffic flow of neighbors and vendors

Living in Granada is a contact sport. There are more interactions per hour and per neighborhood block than any place either of us have experienced before. Let us introduce you to some of our neighbors and street vendors.

Meet Pedro, the dog walker. He has achieved a certain status in the neighborhood as the one selected to walk Mango, the celebrity (and Dwayne, the invisible side kick). Pedro is very “buff” and has his own two dogs. He knows he is in deep kimchee if something happens to the dogs while on his watch. He is very charming and finds it oh so amusing that gringos would pay him to go walk to the beach with the dogs daily.
Meet our favorite fruit vendor and her 9 year old daughter. The woven baskets are chockful of pina (pineapple), sandia (watermelon), aguacate (avocado), melon y papaya (self explanatory) and naranjas (oranges). They comeby daily and replenish our fruit stock.

Meet Tignu, the bread man. Tignu is a strange bird. He has lived in so many countries, making and selling wood-fired oven artisanal bread, that he speaks some odd concoction that is 30% French, 50% Spanish and 20% unrecognizable idioms.
He delivers twice a week “pan integral” (wholewheat sourdough) fresh out of the oven and, yummy, yummy brioche.

Meet one of the “Chicklet Chicas”. As you can see, baskets are not just for fruit. She goes around selling chewing gum by the stick and cigarettes.

And of course, there are always the neighborhood kids.

Meet Hugo, Peta’s favorite neighbor, who is suave (for a 9 year old), warm and talkative. He is also an excellent soccer player.

Meet Edwyn, Wendy and Hellen. They live a couple of houses down the block. Edwyn is all about his cat (which Peta gave him last year) and the girls come calling almost daily for drawing material. Three of the numerous cousins, brothers, sisters that make up the horde of kids on our block.
Meet the cashew vendor. Cashew nuts grow in abundance. People collect the nuts, roast them on make-shift burners at home and sell them in small packets through town.
Meet the coconut milk vendor. Pick a coconut and in one swift slash of his machete, voila – coconut in the shell, with a straw…
And now for our neighborhood jewel: PURE, the gym + yoga + spa + massage place. It’s the green building in the background. It is exactly 12 steps from our front door. Note the Granada transportation system. This time, the horse-pulled carriage is carrying large sacks of grain. It can also be used as a taxi for 10 cordoba (50cents) anywhere around town.