Mexico Adventure: Part Eleven: Beach Vendors and Goods

One of the things I love most about vacationing in Mexico

is shopping at the local outdoor markets and/or bartering with the beach vendors.

Some people find the vendors pesky. I find that if you are polite and fair,

and tell them (when you don't want to buy) that you are not interested, they are gracious and leave you alone.  They are just trying to make a living and work hard in hot weather to haul all their wares, and I appreciate that.

If you DO want to buy you can have fun making offers back and forth until you arrive

at a price that you both can live with.

I LOVE silver jewelry and so that is always on my wish list when we go.

Also, I have collected Imperial Topaz for years and the only place I can find it

is in Mexico. The stones are a gorgeous pumpkin orange color and I am addicted to it.

So, of course, I checked out the beach vendors wares to see if they had any.

I came back with a ring and a smile. I will have to post a photo of it sometime.

But, I digress....

Today, I have pictures of some of the vendors and their stuff for you to see.

This is the first place we have stayed where alot of  the men all wore crisp white clothes, which I thought was pretty dapper! (Dapper? Did I just say dapper? I never use that word...hmmm...now I really feel old. LOL)

I was tempted to get one of these nice purses. But I resisted.



 

Most of the vendors walked MILES back and forth on the beach, approaching people

about their stuff for sale.

I watched this man for the whole time we were at the resort.

He came every day and spent the entire day resting on the pile of his pretty sundresses for sale.

I loved it.

I thought most American businessmen and women should take lessons from him.

Think how our stress would go down.

He figured: if you wanted to see the dresses, you'd come up and ask.

And?

People did.

His sales did not seem to suffer by his laisser faire attitude.

Maybe I will embrace this attitude about making dinner.

I will just lay around the kitchen and only cook

if someone asks.

Oh.

Wait....

They ALWAYS ask.

 That won't work.

 Sigh.

I felt sorry for most of the vendors. They walked in hot hot sun up and down the beach...some of them hauling really heavy stuff.

Hat anyone?

Wait! is that SILVER I see?:

I wondered if they were looking at the huge yacht in the ocean by them

or the gorgeous woman in the bikini.

What would YOUR guess be?:

 

They had a rope running the length of the beach which they were not allowed to cross

so if you were laying out on the beach, you had to go up to their side of the rope to see their stuff.

I liked that.

Of course, if you wanted to walk from the beach to put your body into the ocean

you were fair game to be approached.

But, if you said no, they left you alone....

 

 

I loved the brightly glazed plates and dishes...but when you go on a plane where your suitcases are weighed...you have no room:

 

 

 

NOW you're TALKING!!!

My specialty!!:

Let's just say I helped the Mexican economy a wee bit....

and sent a few vendors home with a smile or two.

But I behaved...I only got one bracelet, one ring and one sundress.

Pretty good for a silverholic.