Here we are in those galabayas! And now, the story you've all been waiting for...

I'd made up my mind that if I was going to have a galabaya, I wanted it to be something that looked nice. I'd seen these guys walking around in really nice, comfortable-looking ones, and then they'd be hawking these ugly and garish ones to tourists -- sort of like the huge sombreros they'll sell yankees in Mexico, when the locals wear much more reasonable and handsome things. So when we walked in the stall, I saw one, and had the guy bring it down, and Ceej had the same thing done for one she liked.

That's where the fun started.

Ceej asked how much they were. The guy gave us a ridiculous price. We refused and tried to get him down. He wouldn't budge too much, so, after a few go-arounds, Ceej got upset, handed him back his things and told me to come along. I had no idea what the problem was but I obeyed.

Well, this fellow comes running after her yelling "No angry! Please no angry!" and all but begged her to take them both at a lesser price. She kept saying "no" until he got down to the point where you'd have thought we were robbing him blind, and then she slowly relented, handed over the cash as though it was the last in the world, and we had our clothing.

And then, once we were out of earshot, she let me in on the gag: she played him for that one. Once she saw he wasn't going to go any lower, she pretended to lose her temper and leave, figuring that would soften him up if he really wasn't trying to be a cheat. Sure enough -- it worked.

This has taught me two important lessons: one, my wife really knows how to shop, and two, next time I'll let her have all the cash, and just go take pictures.