Memorias

At times, this journey has made me think of the seven months that I spent in Central America some years ago. My old blog still exists; I can hardly believe it's been nine years since I wrote about our life in Nicaragua, the hikes to the lagoon, the Granada Poetry Festival, and our trip to Miraflor.

When I wrote my final entry, remembering in a collection of photos everything I had seen in those seven months, I was already pregnant. Why, my son will turn eight in a few weeks.

Salto en el tiempo

Eight and a half years ago, I was in Costa Rica, when I found out that I was pregnant. As we were eating a lot of guanábana [soursop in English] at that time – a remarkable, round, newborn-size fruit – we named the unknown little thing inside me Guanabana. He was known by that name until he was two months old.

This afternoon I tasted fresh guanábana for the first time in eight years.

Photo by Damien Boilley from suburbs of Paris, France (Flickr)