...returned to Flor this evening and while hanging out, laughing at Steven watch some ridiculous tv program Flor gave us a cold fresca consisting of artificial everything, cold was the only thing it had going for us. The thought was nice. After awhile Steven comes over with a bowl of multi-coloured snacks, which turns out to be miniature marshmallows. We each ate "one"! Do the kids learn such eating habits from friends or family? Nasty nasty stuff.
Then Flors' Mama came over with a little sandy white looking ping pong ball thing. Asking if we have ever tried. Marina's expressions went crazy and slurred words lapped off her tongue, due to her knowing what was held before her. A Pacific Ridley Turtle Egg. I kicked Marina's shin below the bar to snap her out of the surprise frenzy written across her person and we said we had never tried. Then you can imagine, 15 minutes later over comes a bowl w/ two eggs inside, quarter of a lime and a touch of salt. Neither knew what to do and lots of animation was exchanged, in the end neither wanted to try this apparent delight. Mama does not like them, but Steven loves em, so the bowl was slid his way, he took the soft shelled egg and torn it in two as you would peel a thick mil of paint from your wall. Slightly elastic yet weak under pressure. Inside were nearly raw eggs, we definitely did not want any then. Smiley Steven tore the other one, bashfully eating them little by little as everyone looked on, kinda in a happy disgusted way. During his indulgence this bag was placed before us, 40-60 eggs I reckon.
Then Flors' Mama came over with a little sandy white looking ping pong ball thing. Asking if we have ever tried. Marina's expressions went crazy and slurred words lapped off her tongue, due to her knowing what was held before her. A Pacific Ridley Turtle Egg. I kicked Marina's shin below the bar to snap her out of the surprise frenzy written across her person and we said we had never tried. Then you can imagine, 15 minutes later over comes a bowl w/ two eggs inside, quarter of a lime and a touch of salt. Neither knew what to do and lots of animation was exchanged, in the end neither wanted to try this apparent delight. Mama does not like them, but Steven loves em, so the bowl was slid his way, he took the soft shelled egg and torn it in two as you would peel a thick mil of paint from your wall. Slightly elastic yet weak under pressure. Inside were nearly raw eggs, we definitely did not want any then. Smiley Steven tore the other one, bashfully eating them little by little as everyone looked on, kinda in a happy disgusted way. During his indulgence this bag was placed before us, 40-60 eggs I reckon.
WOW, so here it is February four months after the huge arribada of egg laying, where literally the beach below us is so thick with turtles you need to walk turtle to turtle to turtle during its peak. So the locals are still digging eggs, still eating and still not understanding.
Just like everything else of mans desire/disposal, they will disappear one day, as well!
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