Friday, September 03, 2004

Fig Thief

In Jerica: Spanish friend David spied a fig tree and picked us the most succulent, ripe figs that I have ever eaten. I feel certain that they eat these very same figs on Mount Olympus. Only after he picked them did we realize that they belonged to someone-- someone who came out to do her laundry while we were still in mid-gobble. Anita and I hid behind this stone wall to finish our treats. Zsolty couldn't find us and called out "Where are you, Fig Thieves?!"


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