Over the weekend, our class split up to stay in the homes of the Gambians who are working with us during our trip. My group went to a village called Jabang and stayed with the family whose grandparents founded the village. They have a huge grove of mango and cashew trees that some of them sell.
Every morning, we would wake up and go to the small village market up the road to gather the supplies for the day with our host sister. Then we would come back to the compound to prepare the afternoon meal over the fire. Meanwhile, the male in our group would sit under a tree and drink tea, but that’s a different story.
It’s so strange to only buy what we need for the day and not for a week or two. It seems like a much better practice because it reduces waste and allows everything to be as fresh as possible. Plus, goods are purchased from local families and not a massive chain store. Everyone knows each other and it feels like the whole community is a family. The only time we even step foot in the equivalent of a market is maybe during the summer for fresh fruit.
It would be amazing to have a local market to buy from all the time. Unfortunately, that’s not the case. So for the time being I’ll just be content going to the markets here and eating as much fresh food as possible. Besides, I will never be able to eat mangoes as amazing as the ones here, so I might as well enjoy it while I can!