Strange things happen in life

I wonder how come buying vegetables or fruits can become such fascinating with each and every passing day in this developed country. Actually, in my developing country, it has almost become a routine to visit bazaars every alternative day to buy things and there the ambiance is a little different. Especially in the fish markets, soft, tender mud is scattered everywhere, fishy odor prevails all over the place, here and there flies come crowded. Customers seem swarm of bees, who are screaming, bargaining over the prices. Above all, the intolerable, humid weather is quite enough to make one exhausted. Whereas, markets here are so hygienic, clean, organized. Over the time, I am noticing that marketing here every single time, brings me the same delight and pleasure, as it used to bring at the occasional shoppings in my native country. So, let's have enjoyment by marketing frequently.