{"id":947,"date":"2019-06-07T18:28:37","date_gmt":"2019-06-07T22:28:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.patrickokens.com\/?p=947"},"modified":"2019-06-07T18:28:39","modified_gmt":"2019-06-07T22:28:39","slug":"las-frutas","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.patrickokens.com\/?p=947","title":{"rendered":"Las Frutas"},"content":{"rendered":"
\n\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\"Fb-Button\"\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/a>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>
<\/fb:like><\/div><\/div>\n
\"\"<\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n

During extended travel, the exotic becoming the everyday. My daily walk past El Valle\u2019s market almost always involves picking up some kind of fruit, and not the same-old bananas\u2019n\u2019apples you get at Loblaw\u2019s.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Papayas, pi\u00f1as<\/em> (pineapples) and sandias<\/em> (watermelons) are slung in my backpack after handing a few dollars to the vendor. At home, they are promptly chopped up. The juice and seeds spatter the counter, cutting board, and my fingers. I swat away the fruit flies eager for their share. These fruit are so fresh and tasty they do not hang around the fridge for long.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"\"<\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n

The gardener brings in bunches of ripening platano manzanos<\/em> from behind the house. Think appearance and texture of bananas, but with apple flavour. A breakfast staple of mine here.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"\"<\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n

Mango trees are commonplace. The ripe yellow fruit drops to the ground with a dull \u201csplat\u201d to rot and get picked at by birds and insects. I pass by one such tree daily, and smell this not-unpleasant fermenting fruit aroma. Another new-to-me sensory experience!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"\"<\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n