So, I can't yet give a description of the taste of the perfect mangoes that are hanging from trees all over Santo Domingo, but with mango season well on it's way I can give you a few shots of how they look from this end of mango season. These photos are from the park behind our house.
I imagine myself a bit like the characters in those movies based on Jane Austen novels. Casually skipping along, plucking a piece of fruit from the tree as I giggle and my young, Hugh Grant-like beau grabs my hat and runs off laughing as a take a big bite of my newly plucked fruit before casually throwing it on the ground and running after him because, hey, there is a ton of this fruit around here.
Except, I guess one can't eat mangoes like apples....and I'm no Victorian sweetheart, but still - one can let the mind wander with all this tropical fruit around. I hear something similar happened to the Conquistadors.