Lo Mismo - The Same

Walking in town the other day I saw ahead on the sidewalk two younger women looking up and across the street pretty intently. I get up there and didn't see much and asked and a one word response from both was "mangos". These below are a few feet away. I will not see these get ripe unfortunately.

So when they said mangos immediately I was taken back to West Africa and the first time I saw these small boys with their homemade sling shots. You can be an older man and still be a "small boy" the same goes for females however these were kids but there you were a small boy not a boy.

So these kids were going around looking up in the trees at what I didn't know and asked. Ah - the one word response was "mango's". So these kids as mango season was just about to arrive were looking up at the top of the trees for that is where the first mangos ripen and would try and knock them out of the tree and did.

Mango season in the tropics is a big deal to many - me too if I was here. Whether in Ghana West Africa or on the streets of Emiliano Zapata in Puerto Vallarta it's the same. Everybody is looking forward to this simple pleasure that falls from the trees just for you.