My monkey instinct makes me appreciate fruits right picked on the trees than those selling in the supermarket. For that reason I picked the green orange from the orange tree in the hostel’s backyard. The local say those ones are not as sweet as the ones in the supermarket. They are right; another kind of green orange is sweeter than those in my hands. But they are not too bad, at least not sour.
One day in someone’s backyard, we saw a Costa Rican is eating those oranges right under the tree, with the ground covered with failing down oranges. I would love to do that too!
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