Lime Green

The color of the Costa Verde bus that runs from Rio to Angra, the color of the right wall in our room in the pousada, the color of the fat leaves of the countless banana trees in Ilha Grande, the color of the ties of all Costa Verde employees, the color of the rambling hills connecting Rio to Angra ripe from the rain, the color of the fruit I squeezed onto nearly every meal this weekend, the color of the canga hanging next to our pousada room, the color of the leaves hiding Mr. Frog (below), the color of my envy at the gringo who stayed in Aracatiba for God knows how long when we had to leave on the most perfect, beautiful, sunny, cloudless day of them all.