I came across a colony of adolescents on Cayo today. They were just old enough to be independent of their mothers but young enough to not have a direction as of yet.
A few days ago, Nahiri (a census-taker) and I were talking with William (a boatman), and he mentioned it was avocado (aguacate in Spanish) season. Nahiri told William she wanted him to bring her an avocado from his tree and I added in the fact that I love avocados. Nahiri then asked William to pick an extra for me. I didn't think he would actually follow through on that, but sure enough, two days later William handed me an avocado larger than my hand! Ahh, good ole' non-US avocados. Bigger and butterier.
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