I think the view here is what I need.

Mariposa market Orillia. What a warm and welcoming environment.  Not only is it pleasing to the eye but my taste buds are watering begging me come please choose the yummy treat. Picked a sweet treat or a filling and satisfying lunch snack with meat and cheese. The sweet treat choice won out and I am only half way devoured this apple fritters from heaven and I am sweetly satisfied emotionally and internally.

 

Kindness of people outside of bracbridge becomes more obvious every time I leave. Over whelming sometimes. These people must love their jobs. They genuinely enjoy sharing with you bits of their life. The courtesy van gentleman from the dealership who drove me here. First thing he said was “Let’s get you out of here." and he whisks me away to the mariposa market.
 He chats away as what I would have imagined an eager cab driver in a movie telling me of places to eat and places to stay away from and driving past his home he points it out and tells me about his wife and kids. I listen comfortably I study his face and see that life has not been so easy, he smells of cigarettes and has got that worn dark skin of most old mechanics and tow truck drivers. He speaks of working night shift leave there kids to be latch key kids. As we arrived at the back door to get market place he hopes out and opens the door to the market for me instructing me to make sure I try the double chocolate doughnut. I wave good bye and thank him.

I am overwhelmed from the sights and mesmerizing smells coming at me. Display after display of treats of all kinds how will I decide. My taste buds screaming at me to chose something. Faced with so much sticky and sugar icing. My brain tells me go choose something with meat and cheese that will be filling. My sugar monster wins the battle. How will I choose? I am extremely cheap and remind myself I don't have much money to spend on myself and am there for an oil changd that will be over $100.00 in itself. Overwhelmed by the thought of what to get to share with my family find myself leaning toward the large package of fresh and squishy cinnamon buns. I make my purchase from overly perky young girl with a warm inviting smile. I think to myself I wish I was that happy. I am on a roll now, the money has been spent I have a easier time buy myself a single treats and make a choice of the biggest apple fritters. Oh and of course a black coffee. The lady greets me with a great motherly contagious smile. She is a heavy set lady with plain brown hair and no makeup. We joke about weather she said moves around talking with ease as she carries on making my coffee and ringing me through the cash. A young girl behind the counter squeezes by her and she said something. I say pardon and she begins to tell me she was just referring to an ongoing joke with the girls, so she volenteerinly begins to tell me the whole joke. We laugh she hands me my receipt and I feel comfortable and welcome in this new place.  I sit and sip my coffee and take in this place Mariposa Market was it the comfort of being around common happy people, who look comfortable in their own skin and love being in their surroundings.  I think the view here is what I need.