Up the mango tree

I spent my first twelve or so years living in Agricultural Experimental Stations in the subtropical boonies of Colombia and Peru.

These stations were in Villa Arteaga, Colombia (until age 8) and Tingo María, Perú (ages 8 to 12).

This blog is named in remembrance of my very first "bestie" —mi amigo del alma—, a mango tree that lived in the backyard. I spent countless hours sitting in its branches, sharing all that was important to me.

Whenever my mother couldn't find me playing in the house or running around the yard, she'd go to the mango tree and call me. I was usually there, sitting amongst the branches or hugging the trunk.

That tree was my best friend, especially after Bambi got killed.