My last mango season. I doubt I'll ever be able to match the one's from the tree by my house anywhere in USA. I'm comforted by the fact that I'll be trading mangos for burritos in August.
I still like to eat mangos with a knife. Most volunteers eat them like apples the village way. I haven't gone that native. My village friends think it's really funny the way I cut up the mango halves into squares:
I still haven't found a translation for fancy in Jula.
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