Lemons. I haven’t seen them since La Paz when the CCC Grocery store had Eureka lemons for shockingly cheap. So there they were, a modest pile of them spilling over a cardboard box in the local Rey supermarket. I couldn’t believe my eyes and nearly caused a scene. Picking one up. Smelling it. Yes, it isn’t just a yellow lime (I have been so fooled). Looking around wildly like I intended to secret it into a pocket (actually I was looking for Joshua to totally freak out on but he somehow disappeared right at my moment of discovery). I found a market person to talk to: “What is this?” (“Limon Importado”) “How much is it?” (“$0.49”) “OHMYGODDOYOUKNOWWHATTHISMEANS???” (Actually I didn’t say this but I looked it and she gave me a blank stare before turning to less scary business.) Joshua finally found me and took a photo.

Golfo Dulce, Costa Rica.

Anyone know what this is exactly?

Golfito, Costa Rica.

Ensenada Naranjo.

Rio Muerto.

Isla Bayoneta.

Isla Venado, Panama. This is near where I sliced open my foot.