Considering I am in Bolivia, you might have thought I was talking about something else.
But the addictive substance I am talking about is totally legal.
I walk 2.5 blocks to get it every day.
It costs 8 Bolivianos (US$1.15) a pop.
I am considering upping it to two per day.
I am talking about the fresh fruit salads at the Mercado Central of course.
Ensalada de Frutas
The Mercado Central has an entire section of “fruit ladies.”
Every day, I go and buy a ginormous fruit salad to eat for dinner.
Because I’m a bit of a health freak, I now order the fruit salads without the sugary yogurt, mound of whipped cream, and chocolate syrup.
I have a specific fruit lady I go to.
She wasn’t there for two days in a row, and I tried other fruit ladies. Their fruit salads were not nearly as good. There were seeds in the oranges, and they didn’t even give me the really good, exotic stuff (more to come on my fruit discoveries in Bolivia).
Luckily, she’s back now.
I started my travels in Ecuador and then spent a few months traveling in Central America where I ate tons of fresh fruits and veggies from the markets.
I missed that in Argentina. I got a taste of it again at the markets in Chile.
My fruit salad dealer makes me never want to leave Sucre.
That… and my fear of Bolivian buses.