We have a palta tree. It only took me about 3 months to figure out what kind of fruit the tree out the window had on it and about the same amount of time to realize that it was ours. Yes indeed, the trunk of the tree is in our little courtyard.
Oh! You don't know what a palta is?! Avacado. Now are you more excited with me?! What's that you don't like avacoado? I didn't in the States either...but here...I LOVE IT. me encanta. We eat it on anything and everything. Mostly bread. Which they eat so much of (rated 2nd country in the world for consumption of bread, have I mentioned that?). so yeah. paltas. we are so blessed.
Myriam said God must have sent the storm because this is the first year her husband isn't here (remember? he passed away in December before I got here) to get them down. After the storm, Myriam was like a little kid, excitedly running down the stairs and bringing up bags and bags full of paltas! We washed them, dried them, wrapped them in paper, and set them in a warm place to ripen. Some of them are ripe now, we're eating them every day. Love it.
Oh! You don't know what a palta is?! Avacado. Now are you more excited with me?! What's that you don't like avacoado? I didn't in the States either...but here...I LOVE IT. me encanta. We eat it on anything and everything. Mostly bread. Which they eat so much of (rated 2nd country in the world for consumption of bread, have I mentioned that?). so yeah. paltas. we are so blessed.
The sad part is that the tree isn't really climbable and the paltas aren't reachable from the ground.
The happy part is that there's a wall right under the tree that we can scurry up.
The sad part is that on top of the wall there are broken pieces of glass mixed in with the cement to keep people off. I know from first hand experience.
The happy part is that there was a huge storm last weekend that knocked all the paltas down!!!!
The happy part is that there's a wall right under the tree that we can scurry up.
The sad part is that on top of the wall there are broken pieces of glass mixed in with the cement to keep people off. I know from first hand experience.
The happy part is that there was a huge storm last weekend that knocked all the paltas down!!!!
Myriam said God must have sent the storm because this is the first year her husband isn't here (remember? he passed away in December before I got here) to get them down. After the storm, Myriam was like a little kid, excitedly running down the stairs and bringing up bags and bags full of paltas! We washed them, dried them, wrapped them in paper, and set them in a warm place to ripen. Some of them are ripe now, we're eating them every day. Love it.
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