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| The poles are used to release the mango's above |
A backyard, whether a manicured lawn; a dirt hill with debris;
or a rooftop that makes for storage, laundry, and a game of jump rope…they all
have one thing in common…a playground for children.
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| Their playground |
In this town which sports few parks of which we have grown accustomed
to in the States, does not lack opportunity to act child-like…to enjoy the
simple things of life of which we, adults, can make oh so complex. From late
afternoon, when the heat of the day begins to cool and sometimes nearly toward midnight,
or beyond, they find themselves enjoying life with such vitality. To hear their
laughter, their shrieks of joy (translated by some as noise), and their
imagination of how to play demonstrates nothing of their assumed poverty, only
the thrill of life and of living.
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| Their playground... |
Our time here on Calle Jacarandas with a magnificent view of
the Banderas Bay and the city life below, has not been short of assorted sounds.
The dogs and the roosters; the motors of cars and trucks giving their every bit
of power to top this great hill; bells of the churches and…more bells of more
churches; fireworks, firecrackers and perhaps even a stick of dynamite or two; a
donkey, geckos and the screech of a large bird that makes that of a baby seem
slight; street conversations that continue into the late hours of the night; music
from cars, radios, the band at the restaurant, sometimes pleasant, but often…not;
oh…and did I mention dogs?
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| Our view...spectacular |
Yet, with all their sounds, it is that of children playing
which reminds me of the importance of a playground and the ever need to enjoy
life with the same vitality of which children everywhere under all
circumstances so amazingly display. Let’s join them in the playground!
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