I smelled something familiar in my grocery store the other day: maracuya fruit. It was 1.50 euros per fruit. I bought two. I took them home and smelled them every 10 minutes. I also made all my roommates smell them.
They smell exactly like Ecuador. It’s the smell that you drive through when you’re riding in the back of a truck. It’s the smell that you smell when you come back, exhausted and starving, for lunch, and the only cold thing you can drink happens to be the most delicious juice you’ve ever tasted. I would drink this juice even if I was sick and couldn’t eat for 24 hours, just because it’s so delicious. I would scarf it down just to be among the few people to get seconds, then mix it with water, just to make it last longer.
So, tonight, I cut open one precious maracuya fruit, made a glass of juice, sipped it very slowly, and remembered a lot of good memories.
