A friend of mine from out on the coast came to visit me here in the Mountains. He starts back to school soon and the trip from there to here is only an hour.
So we made a day of it. He took me over to Tennessee to go to a flea market in the morning. This quite the cultural experience and I did enjoy the people watching. It was basically a small city of people’s old junk labeled with eloquent terms like, “Vintage He-Man Action Figure” (aka. old toy). This is the mountains in the south, so I am pretty sure that those unregistered gun sales were sketchy, and be careful of the dvd’s and cassette tapes as well. My favorite was the time a man was trying to sell a taser to a family and they jumped every time he turned it on.
The people there were fun to watch as well. There was a man that we kept passing, who had a grey mullet without the top (shiny top), and he walked with a cane. He carried the head of a warthog around, cradled like a baby in one arm.
After a very interesting morning, I led my friend into a Korean place I found the last time I was in the area. He had never tried Korean food before, and I had only been there once since it was like 1.5 hrs away. But, I loved talking with the owner last time, since she is from the city I lived in while I was teaching there. We got the Bibimbap, which was my comfort food for that year teaching abroad. It was like a hug for my taste-buds and I loved it.
Who would have known that you would run into so many different cultures here in the south? Illegal Sales, Warthog Heads, and Bibimbap, OH MY!
