“Honey, let’s go shopping for souvenirs from [insert name of country]” said no guy ever.
Market- and street-shopping is great in South America. Clothing, jewelry, artwork, housewares…you name it, they handcraft it.
But after several forays, even patient Husband had had enough. When I suggested another expedition this afternoon, his response was lukewarm. Cold, actually.
Although Husband did not know it at the time, this was exactly what I had planned. ?
Scene: Hotel room after lunch, after I suggested a trip to the nearby shopping center.
Husband: “More shopping?” [Insert pained expression here.]
Me: “Not really up for it?” [Insert innocent expression here.]
Husband: “It’s entertaining hearing you bargain, especially when you and the shopkeeper get talking so fast you mix up the numbers, but I think I’m done.”
Me: “No worries. I’ll come up with something else.” [Insert suppressed grin as my plan falls into place.]
Husband: “Hey, if I don’t have to go shopping, anything’s fine with me.”
Me: “Great! I’ve got an idea…”