This afternoon we had a great escapade in a town nearby our place. We have a close friend who is a nurse and she set up a getaway with her other doctor colleagues in the hospital. The town is a hometown of one of her colleagues who is a doctor. His family owned a farm in that town where we went. The town is just a 20-minute drive from the city center itself. While we were on the car, he played really great and classical music which soothed our ears and made us feel at home. When we arrived there we just took a few minutes dropping by his house and then head off to his waxberry farm which is on top of the mountain. The steep climb made us more excited to pick waxberries right from its tree. Whew indeed! I couldn't forget how excited I was at that time. So, the minute we arrived there I hurriedly picked the fruit and I forgot to put it in my little basket instead, I put it in my mouth until I felt full and burp to my stomach's content. Grins. The first few pick was so great and I felt really good when I first touched the waxberries right from its tree. Its trees doesn't grow tall so it's really easy to pick, no more extra efforts to do it. I felt like a newborn baby crawling under those trees and picking and eating waxberries to my content. We went home later that day at around three and ate some great fish cuisine in a fine restaurant nearby the town. That escapade was really awesome and memorable. It will be instilled in my memory until I grow old.  I guess these waxberries could tell the rest of the story running through my mind right now.