Our cashew fruits are ripe on the tree. About the size and shape of a small apple, this juicy fruit is called Maranon in Costa Rica – the n needs a tilde but I can’t get my keyboard to cooperate. The fruit is juicy with a lot of texture and the skin is a little waxy. Makes a great smoothie but I like to eat them fresh.
Each fruit is host to a single cashew nut hanging from the bottom but beware. An un-informed friend of mine recently tried to eat one raw and broke out into a fiery rash that lasted nearly two weeks. Don’t try this at home. The nut is correctly processed through a number of steps including fire to get rid of the skin, shell, and caustic coatings that my friend encountered. I’m amazed they’re not even more expensive to buy than they are. Gretchen processed them once and later offered them to us. “Would you care for ONE cashew?”
We’re getting ready for a change of seasons. Marielos came today and polished our toenails.
We drank a little wine and chatted while she worked.
Then off to the pool to admire the results.
Six for a buck! Sweet juicy Casaba Melons, fresh from the farm on the way to Nicoya. We get the ones that are too ripe to ship. And if we don’t buy them in time, the really ripe ones get fed to the cattle. I love March.
Story-teller, Carolina Quiroga, who uis from Columbia via USA, Janashared some latin tales with the children of Samara yesterday at the Natural Center. Presented in Spanish, it was also good practice for those of us who are still earning the language.
Jana Siimes entertained us during intermission with her soprano saxophone.
Carolina was a pleasure to watch as she engaged the children with her animated expressions and brought them into the stories she told. This event is part of the Festival International Puro Cuento and presented here by Festival Arte Samara. Events like these are precious in Samara. We thank Festival Arte Samara, who brings something fun to town about once a month.
The Bolseros (Orioles) were late today, beaten by the Hoffman’s Woodpecker.
Each morning a parade of birds stops by our bamboo to survey the neighborhood and make a plan for the day.
Two more noggins protected. We gave helmets to these young motorcyclists when we saw them outside the grocery store this morning. We buy used helmets for a couple bucks at Goodwill and bring them in our luggage. They take up little room and almost no weight. Leave no child unlidded!
I live in one of the prettiest landscapes imaginable, with thick deciduous forests.
Volcanic mountains that reach right down to the sea.