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the sacks filled <strong>with</strong> the day’s harvest. The pain increased <strong>with</strong> every step.<br />
As we walked, he tried to cheer me up. “If you’re going to die today,<br />
you might as well marry me,” he suggested.<br />
His comment infuriated me. I was scared and didn’t want to be teased.<br />
Through my tears, I told him he was completely shameless. When we got<br />
back to the hut I said I wanted to go home to my paramedic husband.<br />
Don Elijio showed little sentiment, which made me angrier. But I guess<br />
he’d seen too many bush accidents to get emotional over my less-than-fatal<br />
injury.<br />
I left for home, and by the time I stumbled and winced my way through<br />
the forest trail to the river, I was nearly hysterical. Greg was sipping a beer<br />
<strong>with</strong> Mick at Chaa Creek. He was startled by my surprise homecoming and<br />
quickly offered the sympathy I was craving before putting me to bed. He<br />
went into our stash of homeopathic remedies and gave me Arnica pills, then<br />
rubbed Rescue Remedy into the wound. I lay down on the wicker couch as<br />
Crystal prepared cool compresses. Then, as Don Elijio had said, we could<br />
do nothing else but watch my crimson and blistering palm slowly heal<br />
itself.<br />
<strong>My</strong> absences were also hard on Crystal, now ten. It was a delight to see<br />
her when I would return home. She’d run to me and give me an update on<br />
everything that had happened while I was gone, recounting tales of tomato<br />
bugs, visiting iguanas, and the escapades of our live-in cats, one of which<br />
showed her love by bringing Crystal a fresh decapitated lizard every<br />
afternoon.<br />
Crystal was often lonely, and for a while she moved in <strong>with</strong> the<br />
Flemings and their children. As the only two homesteads for miles, we were<br />
one big extended family. We shared a common goal of carving out a<br />
wholesome, nature-based lifestyle. The children were inseparable, and Mick<br />
and Lucy were our closest friends.<br />
Without much hired labor between us, we often had to help each other<br />
fight back the encroaching forest, which never stopped threatening to<br />
reclaim its ancient domain. We offered each other support when one of us<br />
ran out of fresh food, supplies, or a sense of humor.<br />
Together we worked to make our tropical existence safe for ourselves<br />
and our children. Greg’s paramedic experience was invaluable, as was my<br />
increasing knowledge of home remedies. When Crystal, Bryony, Piers, and<br />
Gonzalo all came down <strong>with</strong> tropical measles—much more dangerous than