To Market to Market

Every Friday, after the morning session of classes, the instructors take all the students on an excursion in town where they practice language skills in different situations. Today we went to the market - the same one that I visited previously. We walked through all the different sections again, but this time, I made the mistake of following my class through the meat section. Hanging from hooks (and not refrigerated) were various types of meats, most of which I did not even recognize. There were even the heads of pigs hanging up. And to add, the smell was not pleasant. While the rest of the group stopped to take photos, I ran through trying not to breathe, look, or vomit. When I finally made it to the fresh aired vegetable section, I was really queezy. A few minutes later, and not fully recovered, one of the intructors pointed out live bugs crawling around in bags that are apparently crushed fine and used to spice up some salsas. So, now, not only do I have post-tramatic stress images of pig heads, but I´m thinking, OMG, am I eating bugs???? Needless to say, I´ve lost my appetite for the day.