Fresh citris

Rides weave through orange and lemon groves (somewhat seen in this crappy riding shot, please note my massive arm).  It smells heavenly of citrus.  It takes me back to when I worked in Guatemala with a good friend Freddy and we would sit in his orange grove.  His little brother Michael would bring us oranges from the top of trees.  We would gouge ourselves on oranges.  The tree ripened oranges were a perfect balance of sweet and acidic.  The collection of large cells that make up the juicy fruit would burst individually.  I still remember them from over 15 years ago.