I would describe Carrefour as being something akin to a Super Walmart. It is bigger than Super Walmart, but I think Super Walmart may have Carrefour beat on the variety of things that can be purchased there. Also, Carrefour is not open 24 hrs a day.
Imagine this. . . you live in a city of 20 million people and there is only one Carrefour for all 20 million to share (I could be wrong on this, but there is only one that I know about). So needless to say, Carrefour is always, always, always crowded. But going to Carrefour is a necessity from time to time because you can find nearly everything there and nearly everything for the best price. So last weekend Sara and I embarked on our journey to Carrefour. When we get there we decide to get something to eat. So I stand in one line to get our fries and onion rings, while Sara goes to get a milkshake and a cappucino (yes, we are a picture of healthy eating here). I'm standing in line and minding my own business when I feel a hand on my butt. I froze for a second and prayed that it was Sara feeling me up and not some creepy man. I turn around ready to start flailing and find that my creep is a three year old boy. Sigh. I can handle that. The boy is standing hand in hand with his father and mom is close by. They seemed to not notice, so I turned back around to think nothing more of it. But the kid keeps grabbing my ass. Come on mom and dad. . . control your child!!!!!! So anyways, I got the food and got away.
After finishing our "meal" Sara and I commence the shopping. Carrefour is wonderful. I bought enough groceries to last easily for three weeks and only spent in the neighborhood of $25. In GA I could spend double that in groceries for one meal for my family (6 or 7 people depending on who shows up). Anyhow, one thing I find particularly funny about shopping at Carrefour is that Egyptians will blatantly stare at you for about two or three seconds and then look into your cart to see what you are buying. You wonder the thought process. . . "Look a white person! What do they eat!?" It was so ridiculous. It wasn't just once or twice that people did this it was constant. I had to stop myself from laughing more than once.
The trip was great. We ended our voyage by stopping at Cinnabon to split a cinnapack. By the way, I'll be 50lbs heavier when I come home.
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3 comments:
dottie,
25 dollars for three weeks?? i am SO impressed...obviously there are better ways to shop than those 200 dollar a week trips we used to make to the commissary. course esther might not be eating as many hot pockets as she used to and the stock of california chardonney is probably a little less.....ed
You make me laugh every time I read. I enjoy your adventures so much. You know I don't get out much and it makes me happy to see you doing things in the world I can only dream about. (I'm not talking about the grocery store trip I actually get to do that, a lot)
Ed,
Sara actually noticed that Esther is losing weight. We diecided that it is due to no more hot pockets. She is truly suffering, keep her in your prayers.
Robin,
You make me laugh too. I love reading your blog and feeling that I am not totally disconnected from home and all the people I love.
April,
Yay! We defintely have to keep in touch more. Sorry I'm really terrible about it. But I do really want to know what is going on with you.
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