Pulperías come in every size. It’s
interesting to think of when exactly a neighbourhood store becomes a pulpería: if a housewife sells
batteries, chips, consommé and matches form her living room, is that a real pulpería or not? Or does it need to
provide toilet paper, lard, eggs and 2 litre Coke bottles too?
And
where does it end? Is my favourite store, Doña Berta´s, a pulpería or a small supermarket?
The
store is actually called “Comercial Cruz Bueso”, but everybody (except for the
tourists) refers to it as “Doña Berta’s. Doña Berta sells everything. And if she doesn’t, you bet you won’t be able to find
it elsewhere in town. She sells, of course, the basics such as rice, sugar,
lard, milk products, cereals, cookies, chips and soft drinks. But also pills
and syrups in every possible colour and flavour; fabrics, sombreros, diapers, cowboy boots, underwear, sowing supplies and
rat poison. Doña Berta offers mattresses, lamps, chips, school supplies and
bullets. Food colouring, beer, picture frames and rubber flip -flops. Gift
bags, envelops, deodorants, soap, lice combs, coffee makers, pots, pans,
knives, make-up, cat food, snow cones and fire water. And wait for the seasonal
ofertas: artificial Christmas trees
in every imaginable size and shape from October on. Fireworks for New Year’s
Eve and other occasions. And for Easter weekend: an enormous assortment of
inflatable devices, displayed on the sidewalk, ceiling and any other spot where
something else can be crammed in.
Every
once in a while I permit myself the time to get lost at Doña Berta´s, savouring
the smell of the rubber work boots in the far end corner, or the cinnamon
bought in bulk from a campesino. I
can spend hours at the store and always find something I’d never noticed
before.
I
love how the neighbours come by early in the morning in their pyjamas. How the
women from the villages up north dress up to come down town to go shopping at
Doña Berta’s. How in the afternoons people gather around the cash register to
exchange the latest gossip. Doña Berta’s
pulpería is the centre of the world. It’s one of my favourite places in
Copán.
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