Make love, not war

I saw a post on Facebook of a Sunday Market close to my house, and not really have anything planned, I thought it will be a great outing for an afternoon.

The few things I can remember from the post was, the location, Food Stalls and Jumping castle, and that had me sold.

As my son and I took the 5 min drive my thoughts didn't wander as much and the only two things that actually went through my brain was. 1. why did they use a Dream Catcher as a background image on their add and 2, I told myself not expect much as this a new market and that a few spots want have stalls.

We arrived and as luck would have it we got a parking right in front of the entrance gate, okay we could have parked any where as parking wasn't really an issue.

As we entered the gates the first stall was an wooden crafts store, not really anything great the usual old wood picture frames with a not so appealing paint job. My son immediately saw the dodgy nails and said shoo-shoo. I tried to correct him loud enough not to offend the owners and told him no, 'it's a rustic look'. We moved on quickly. 

As we had a path to follow to where the actual market was I couldn't get the old man at the Rustic frames stall out of my head on how he looked like a Hippie...

Okay before continuing, I have no issues with Hippies, free spirited people. I just don't seem to connect well as my argument is always, how they accept living basically poor in some wendy house and live of the  land and mother nature bullshit, and how they wear those loose pants that looks like its made from Grannies first born bedroom duvet or something. So I have no issue on their chosen lifestyle, I just struggle to see why they won't look to improve it and get a real job?  Or maybe it's just the amount of good stuff they smoke that keeps them this happy and so grounded.

Okay so back to the market.

As we turned the corner to where most of stalls was, I just reminded myself not to expect to much.

Oh, boy was I wrong. Every stall stand had a vendor all 13 or 15 of the stalls. As I scanned my route to do our rounds around the market, I made the link with why they used a Dream Catcher as their market logo and why the old man looked like a Hippie.

This was a free-spirited market.

My son in his Spiderman shirt and me in a jean and peach golf shirt, we didn't really "fit" the scene and it also came clear that they haven't been busy. I knew this will be a quick walk through. I just said to Luan don't make eye contact, don't touch anything and please don't do that cute hello when you see new people.

As we walked past every stall just glancing at what they sold, everything was either knitted jerseys, the ones free spirited people wear, you know the ones with one tone color and the sleeves that are to big but the right length and what I could see a few missed stitches.

Or those fire chain things they dance with at night, the guy that was doing the demonstrations on these made it clear why they do it at night, as it looks silly in the day and also it wasn't on fire. He explained to some people how you can make money doing this at shows and stuff. Also on the money back guarantee if the chain should broke and some other details.

I could remember the one lady selling bracelets with stones of some sorts, and as we walked past I heard her talking to a potential customer saying how she haven't sold one yet but every person did take a pamphlet and how joyfull she sounded in saying it. 

In my mind I just got this scene how she gets home later in a dark wendy house, her husband sitting on the floor in a tie dye shirt and a bong thick smoke hanging in the air and her telling him that she didn't sell anything but all the pamphlets are finish, and his response is 'wow, we must print more pamphlets'

As I saw the end of the market I knew we where home free but my son wasn't playing along and wanted to play on the jumping castles. I knew as a parent that I couldn't not let my son go play and that my own insecurities shouldn't stop him from having fun. 

But I told him I only have R20 and that is 30min of jumping time, that seems to be the going rate at the markets.

He smiled took his shoes off and went for it.

I looked for someone to pay and at the jumping castle was a sign 'Jumping Castle R5'

A free-spirited guy walked towards me and I asked if I can pay him. He greeted me in love and prosperity and said yes.

Trying to get the R5 out of my pocket I said something like its cheap for R5 for 30min.

The guy looked at me if I was crazy, I thought shit maybe it's R5 for 10 min or something.

As I handed him my R5 not sure how long my son can jump, I asked. How long can he jump?

The guy said its R5 for the whole day.

He returned with one of those green glitter cello type you get at the Crazy store and said he needs to put this around his arm to show he paid. I almost said, dude there are 3 kids in the whole market here. I think you will remember Spiderman here, he is the odd kid here. But I didn't say anything.

While Luan was jumping around, I looked for the food Stall they said in their add. Well, they didn't lie but it would have been nice if they said in their post Vegan food.

I am not really a vegan type foody, so I ended up not eating. 

I convinced my son that he played enough and that we should get going, as he got off the jumping castle the guy came and asked if we are leaving, I said yes and before I could get my reason out he asked if my son can return the Green Glitter tape. 

I was surprised that he asked, but not really want to question his action, I removed it and gave it to him. 

As we walked away I looked over my shoulder just as a last look as I don't think I will be returning, the guy at the jumping castle was putting my sons R5 bangle on the other kid so he could jump for the rest of the day. I couldn't see why he wouldn't have let that boy jumped earlier, but I not really interested enough to go back and asked we left. 

As we got to the car, I looked around to see if there was any beetle or flower painted cars in the parking lot. 

I didn't see any, guess they walked..

Peace, Love & Pink Pudding