Saturday Market in Cabarete
There are many wonderful things that I like to do on my Sabados. Sabado inspires activities that give me comfort: Reading, quietly working, swimming, cooking, window shopping and most importantly eating.
Every Saturday a friendly local named Les opens up his house and open air court yard to locals for a lovely market. Located two mins past the Texaco gas station east of Cabarete, dozens of local merchants set up tables to sell their goods. From clothing and jewelry, to face creams and puppies, you can often find an eclectic array of goodies. I normally B-line it straight to the German cakes and coffee before using shopping as my excuse to burn off my treat.
This market becomes even more magical when you enter through the gates and into the mystical garden. The house has a very open design where people can walk right through into the backyard garden. Weaving
through wracks of clothing, German romance novels and bootlegged cellphones, you’ll find yourself next to a pool where vines and rusty lawn chairs have taken over.
For 100rd you can normally get yourself a deliciously satisfying brunch and coffee. I’m partial to the BLT’s made with fresh baked bread, but Les often makes curries, cinnamon buns, lasagnas or stir fries. There are other bakers who come with trays of rich cakes and pies filled with fresh fruit, soft cheeses and rich chocolates. Some people come selling their local fruits and veggies, honey or nuts. Anyone can set up a table for 100rd and you have all afternoon to sell and make a profit.
As much as I love the food, I really appreciate the atmosphere. I appreciate the friendly community of people I meet. There are often familiar faces, but always new people you can meet from all corners of the world. Sitting at the big wooden table next to the pool drinking my coffee, I hear stories of ex patriots settling in cabaret, or I overhear the latest gossip from two elderly women nibbling on coffee cake.
I like bringing people from Extreme to the market because I feel like I’m giving them an authentic Cabarete experience – something special that they might not find on their own. Everyone gets familiar with the party on the beach, or the abs at Encuntro surf beach, but not everyone gets to enjoy homemade rum ball dipped in Santo Domingo coffee with
a snoring cat on their lap!
Until next time,