Sunday, 22 June 2008

The greatest compliment

Carrying my third heavy sack of soil up the steep slippery steps from accross the river to the scientists´ house for the new reforestation nursery beds, Domingo raised his eybrows as he passed me on the way back down:

"¡Un mujer incansable! Eres ecuatoriana."

(An untirable woman. You´re ecuadorian.)

Two or three sacks later, whilst the other girls were throwing down their third or fourth in exhaustion, I sat on the pile of palm biel timbre that we had carried up before and freshly squeezed lemon juice was passed around. I drank it down with warm muscles and a happy heart.

1 comment:

Clive For Nothing said...

Bloody hell. you're an Amazon.