Open Senses

I’m starting at Arizona Street- 2nd Street to explore the Santa Monica’s Farmers Market. It’s Saturday morning and the crowd appeares to be tired after a long week. But now- here we go! Wild strawberries. I MUST try. Of course. The sensational taste reminds me to my childhood back in Austria, Europe. A flashback. Next stop, the sweet, juicy Persian lemons and Asian pears. Then I find almonds, hickory smoke roasted, orange honey roasted. More variations. Going further to exotic vegetables and fruits like Kosher Pistachios by Santa Barbara Union of Orthodox Jewish (sensational flavor), at the next stand green, orange and black Cherry tomatoes. Little yellow Teardrop tomatoes. Watching a full filled table with fresh seafood covered with crashed ice I can smell the salty air from Sea. Summer and Luna oysters, silver shimmering in the ice. Next to it I see Tuna and Carlsbad mussels. The sound of hundreds of people seems like a big, loud humming cloud and after being in it for about two hours I feel dursty. I buy fresh squeezed pineaple juice. Refreshing. On my way back I focus a man, his dark skinned face covered with long rasta dread locks. Wearing traditional African fabrics, robed around the torso. His hair and long beard is all silver. He offers micro greens, healing food and healing body care products. He’s smiling all the time to the people, sun, heaven. With his warm, deep voice he asks me what I’m writing in my little notebook. After telling him that it’s part of my homework for SMC I have to promise him he will get his part. So-, there it is, Medicine man.