He said: a trip to the market
Today we went for the third week in a row to buy a couple dollars worth of flowers. Around here you have lots of choices about such things. You can buy them from the grocery store, or from a florist. OR you can go the the market. Every day in Riga, there are no fewer than 5 large outdoor markets going on. That's "tirgus" for you Lativians out there. When I say large, I mean it. The central tirgus covers about 40 acres and includes 3 aircraft hangar size buildings and 15 or 20 outbuildings, as well as the many outdoor rows of makeshift tables generally under a protective tarp/awning. At any given time there are, say, 1,500 vendors at the central tirgus, and let's say 6,000 shoppers. Rigans take their markets seriously. :-) The other markets in the various city regions would only have 150 or so vendors and 2 or 3 hun'nerd shoppers. The central market has one 'hangar' dedicated to meat. Whole hogs, half hogs, hogs heads, half a beef, (haven't seen any whole beeves (sp?)) all the way down to "Yes, I'd like a half a kilogram of bologna, please." If it's meat, and it's in Latvia, it's in the hangar somewhere, probably fresher than you care to see. One hangar for Dairy: from a 50lb. goulda wheel to a package of 'chester' style processed cheese food slices. (American style cheese is called 'Chester'. Dunno.)
At these markets, you can buy: shoes, boots, coats, lingerie, shirts, hats, ALL manners of vegetables, different kinds of fruits, toys, jewelry, various trinkets, music, movies, cell phones, etc., etc. Of course, the list wouldn't be complete without mentioning hangar 3: flowers. Lots and Lots of flowers. It's like the world's fair of flowers in there, every day.
The process can be paralyzing, though, because most of the vendors are older folks, and therefore aren't likely to speak English at all. For the most part you can point and grunt, but you can forget about any questions, or anything complicated like, "I'd like the pink one, not the white one." The other somewhat confusing factor is that, for the flowers, for instance, all ~300 vendors are selling the EXACT same thing. At what appear to be the EXACT same prices. And they all have such earnest looks on their faces. How can you choose only one? Imagine if this Sunday morning you had 200 or so earnest young people come to you asking you to buy their fundraising product. You can only buy one or two, so how do you tell the other 198, "too bad", especially since you have to parade around in front of them carrying the proof of your purchasing infidelity.
So Ellie and I stopped in at a smaller market 2 or 3 weeks ago, having seen the rows of flowers from the street as we drove by. At this market there are only 10 or 12 flower sellers, so the confusion isn't so bad. We sort of gravitated to one spot that had both lots of individual flowers as well as some nice little bouquets for sale. To our surprise, the seller spoke a little english, even though he's around 40 yrs old. His wife doesn't speak any english at all. As we were praying later, he and his wife were on our mind, and we felt led to try to frequent their flower stand, and see if we can build a little rapport. In subsequent trips, last week and today, we've tried to chat pleasantly while she creates us a little bouquet from the flowers Ellie picked out. We've learned their names and introduced ourselves, and maybe, just maybe, we'll get to use those business cards.
Pray for our flower sellers, and for Ellie, that she'll find the strength to endure all these fresh flowers until we find an open door to these hearts.
Bob
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