The fragrance of mangoes drifts across the square and pulls me in. Big mangoes, little mangoes. Red, green and yellow mangoes. I follow my nose on my tiptoes like Bugs Bunny falling in love.
The market in Puerto Aventuras is only open on Wednesdays and Saturdays, so I arrive early and politely push my way through the gathering crowd. I fill my basket with a recycled water bottle filled with Mayan honey, dried hibiscus flowers the color of a good Shiraz, spiny green guanabana that slices open to reveal white pulp reminiscent of a pineapple-strawberry smoothie, avocados--buttery and smooth, pungent ginger root, and of course mangoes.
I'm cooking mahi-mahi tonight topped with mango and avocado and drizzled with organic honey. I'm brewing Jamaica, a smooth tea made from the dried flowers. And to top it all off, I'm trying my hand at homemade guanabana-ginger ice cream.
I've never made home made ice cream. But then I'd never shopped at a Mexican market where they take dollars and pesos and the cost of dinner (not including the fresh fish I bought from the fisherman of course) is a measly 78 pesos, which rounds out to about 5 dollars and 20 cents. All in all, its a good day to try something new!