Why I refuse to throw gasoline on a problem that is not solved by hate
“Strength lies in differences, not in similarities” ― Stephen R. Covey
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Yesterday was my boyfriend’s mom’s birthday. So we went into town to have lunch with her and, of course, celebrate.
We stayed until the dark and ominous clouds started to roll in, which meant we had to roll out. We travel on a motorcycle, and getting stuck in the rain with the dog is never fun.
So we said our goodbyes and came home. Of course, the rains never came, yet it might have rained in town. We have micro climates here, it can be sunny and gorgeous in town, and I have a thunderstorm here on my mountain.
I love this. Plus, I love thunderstorms and rain, and so does my garden.
When we arrived home, I went into the kitchen to make a cup of tea and feed the dog. At first, I didn’t notice anything until I lit the fire.
A pile of 6 fish was on the counter! It was not expected, it looked like someone threw them in the window near the stove, and they were laying there, eyeballs staring up at me and gutted.
I went to my boyfriend and said, look, someone left us some fish. He was like, who?
He went to ask the neighbor, but he was not home. I knew who it was; it was the same family who had given me two bunches of bananas the day before and is always giving us vegetables, which we also share with them.
She taught me how to use the entire squash to make arepas and to make squash cake.
I said let’s pick some avocados and lemons, bring them over, and ask if it was him. At this moment, the only thing we have to offer is lemons; luckily, in a Colombians house, lemons are like gold.
It is used for the gripa (cold-flu), guandolo, lemons and panela, and lemonade, but better! Our tree is always full, and we give them to everyone.
So we went over, and he said it was me, I knocked, and no one was home, so I threw…
