Last Sunday Amalia and Gabi woke me up from a nap to 
go tomato picking. 
I was groggy, unsure, but they insisted. "You gave us the seeds, remember?" I did remember...the seeds leftover from the almost abandoned school garden project I had started far too late in the school year. "Tienes que verlos, estan bien bonitos ya." So we went, hiking to the section of our village I hadn't visited yet, El Rinconcito, back through a winding gully path to a large terreno with rows and rows of healthy tomato plants in among orange, mandarin and lemon trees.
go tomato picking. 
I was groggy, unsure, but they insisted. "You gave us the seeds, remember?" I did remember...the seeds leftover from the almost abandoned school garden project I had started far too late in the school year. "Tienes que verlos, estan bien bonitos ya." So we went, hiking to the section of our village I hadn't visited yet, El Rinconcito, back through a winding gully path to a large terreno with rows and rows of healthy tomato plants in among orange, mandarin and lemon trees. 
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