The few weeks before I left, Nacho came to the garden every day with us to watch us dig the new irrigation ditches and find our boot prints in the mud.
They were huellas de chocolate, chocolate footprints, and he'd sell them real cheap.
- EY. Mira, mira, mira. Mira. Mira, mira. Ey mira. Son huellas de chocolate. Mira.
And we'd look and act excited and ask him how cheap and pretend to eat them and in three to four hours it would change from below or at freezing to the mid-60s, frost turns to grasshoppers and lunches never last long enough, sometimes you'd want to sit it out until the wintertime early dusk.
Back in Southern California and, well, until the next adventure.
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WHAT?? You're stateside again? Certainly no frosty grasshoppers in California except for the pie. So what happens next? do tell...
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