I was a (humble) cucumber picker.
By Fiacre Banks
November 15, 2015 10:41pm CST
Many, many years ago I lived in Crete for a few months and supported myself by working as a picker of cucumbers. It was back breaking work but I had a glorious time, chasing goats, drinking retsina and swimming in the sea at midnight. I lived in a cave above the cucumber fields with some other cucumber pickers on the side of a hill overlooking the sea on the south side of the island facing Africa. Life was simple, lived under the sun and beside the sea and everything tasted good. Where did it all go?
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• Boise, Idaho
16 Nov 15
Youth is free of care and innocent. Then we get older and have to rein ourselves in because of 'responsibilities. It sure sounds like a great adventure. I had mine when I travelled with the carnival. A youthful adventure. It's good for the soul.