I woke up at 7.30 with an excited mind about going to Fremont today. I caught a bus at 9, and it took me half an hour to get to the place that i’m heading to. The Sunday Street Market was there. Colorful flags welcomed me at the entrance.
The market was not as crowded as markets in Asia. Some stores were still in the middle of preparation although it’s nearly 10 o’clock in the morning already. No one was hurried, from the shoppers to the sellers; they seemed to enjoy the Sunday morning as if they were on a picnic with sunshine, which actually just bright enough to make it different from night time.
I grabbed a sandwich and a box of ice cream, found an outdoor table and started freeing up my stressful mind. I saw a little bird jumping from table to table in front of me. It was surely a nice day, wasn’t it?
After finishing my breakfast, i headed inside. It was like a quite different world. Too many lovely handmade stuffs.
After half an hour roaming around, I successfully found a gift for my father. It was a journal. I love journals. And when i saw the journal with leather cover, i was unable to resist.
I went to the one next to that. It was a marble store. The store owner suddenly ask for my name. “Uhm… I’m Hai. H-A-I.”
After assuring he got my name correctly, he turned to the corner that placed many trays of marbles in different sized, and took out one tray.
“Let see… H… A… I! Here you are!”
Guess what? He had, more than one, marbles with my name on them! Oh my god, i was extremely surprised. And, of course, i wanted to keep that memory by bringing the marble home.
I left that store, and caught another bus home after another half an hour holding myself from spending more there. God, this was my 2nd time going to Fremont Sunday Market, and I always felt satisfied. Always, the feeling of getting more than my expectation. I need to earn more money to spend it there!