Mid day, Aj and i were busy working on some documents, each on our lap tops when we heard a small knock on the door to see a face peer in the cracks of our wooden beams. It was the oldest habitant of the community, a sweet little lady of 83ish years that lives just up the way from us. She has a smile that she is eager to share and a sparkle in her eyes that squint when she shares it (her smile that is). It was a pleasant surprise to see her at our front door as usually we are not blessed to be visited by her, but rather go and see her at her home.
She was wearing a green skirt that hung down to her ankles. Her feet rested in dilapidated blue sandals that had long molded to the shape of her feet. The straps broken and her toes spilling over the side. Those were feet that had seen much pain and suffering, had support her throughout the years that she lived in el campo. She was the loving mother of 12 children, giving birth to all of them yet only a single of them is still alive. Unfortunately he lives in another town, which she always is excited to go and visit him.
She had come to see if we had any lemon grass we could give her as both her and her partner were coming down with colds and wanted to make some herbal tea. We have three incredibly massive bushels of lemon grass so gladly gifted her some for tea and to plant in her yard. She also excitedly eyed our wilding cherry tomato plants and the bright red juicy tomatoes that hung on the dried vines. We offered her a dried totume (like a calabash) to put the fresh deliciousness into and helped her collect them all so she could make a sancocho (boiled collection of ingredients).
Before she left, she looked Aj and I up and down with that sparkle of love in her eye and habitual smile resting on her lips, and commented on how incredible it was that for the two of us not consumers of meat, now we manage to still be so fat (folks here are very open with their thoughts and observations, and shared with much love).
With one had occupied with holding lemongrass and a totume full of tomatoes, with her free hand she proceeded to tap each of our bellies. Not just once or twice, but about a good 5 or 6 times each of a feeling our fleshy stomachs. Aj and I could absolutely not contain our laughter (which made our tummies giggle even more) as she switched back and forth of gleefully tapping our bellies. We were sure that if she had both hands free, each one would be on either tummy feeling loving the giggilyness of us.
After she had had enough of the tummy pat, she gave us another smile, we kissd her on the cheek and she was on her way to prepare her tomatoes and lemongrass tea.
It was the best thing that happened to us that day.
I hope there will be more magical belly tapping.
She was wearing a green skirt that hung down to her ankles. Her feet rested in dilapidated blue sandals that had long molded to the shape of her feet. The straps broken and her toes spilling over the side. Those were feet that had seen much pain and suffering, had support her throughout the years that she lived in el campo. She was the loving mother of 12 children, giving birth to all of them yet only a single of them is still alive. Unfortunately he lives in another town, which she always is excited to go and visit him.She had come to see if we had any lemon grass we could give her as both her and her partner were coming down with colds and wanted to make some herbal tea. We have three incredibly massive bushels of lemon grass so gladly gifted her some for tea and to plant in her yard. She also excitedly eyed our wilding cherry tomato plants and the bright red juicy tomatoes that hung on the dried vines. We offered her a dried totume (like a calabash) to put the fresh deliciousness into and helped her collect them all so she could make a sancocho (boiled collection of ingredients).
Before she left, she looked Aj and I up and down with that sparkle of love in her eye and habitual smile resting on her lips, and commented on how incredible it was that for the two of us not consumers of meat, now we manage to still be so fat (folks here are very open with their thoughts and observations, and shared with much love).
With one had occupied with holding lemongrass and a totume full of tomatoes, with her free hand she proceeded to tap each of our bellies. Not just once or twice, but about a good 5 or 6 times each of a feeling our fleshy stomachs. Aj and I could absolutely not contain our laughter (which made our tummies giggle even more) as she switched back and forth of gleefully tapping our bellies. We were sure that if she had both hands free, each one would be on either tummy feeling loving the giggilyness of us.
After she had had enough of the tummy pat, she gave us another smile, we kissd her on the cheek and she was on her way to prepare her tomatoes and lemongrass tea.
It was the best thing that happened to us that day.
I hope there will be more magical belly tapping.
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