Fragrances from those remote and long lost times
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Chapter IX: The girl and the mango tree
San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, Mexico
“Suddenly and out of nowhere, the air was invaded with this strong aroma. I felt I had been transported back to Honduras; to Choluteca, the city where I was born. I had gone back to the time when I was still growing up as a young child. You know that I grew up there, and I lived with my mother until I was fifteen years old. That´s when I met your grandfather; we were married here in León and stayed on to live.” Grandmother was silently pensive, as though in fact, she had gone back to Honduras. I could swear that Grandmother looked fifteen once again, literally rejuvenated and just like a teenager in love. I understood how beautiful she must have seemed to Grandfather, as he stumbled into her kitchen on that day.
Coming out of her reverie, she continued. “That perfume in the air took me back to the church in Choluteca. It sent me back to those occasions on a Sunday long ago, when the church was full of flowers, decorated for some extravagant ceremony. That was quite common in the old-fashioned weddings, so fashionable those days. The air inside the church would be thick and heavy with the perfume from so many flowers.” She was talking in a soft tone, in a matter of fact and a casual manner, yet at this point, I felt my skin curling and my hair begin to stand. A cold chill went slowly down my spine.
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