We took this picture hiking around the Juan Curi waterfall outside of San Gil, Colombia. After trying to touch the butterflies, I looked down and saw why they were congregating at that spot. Dung. Needless to say, I haven’t tried to catch or touch a butterfly since. Want to see more photos from Colombia? click here.
Your experience with butterflies brought back a lovely memory of Vienna. We were strolling along the avenue which had broad dividers of fragrant roses in bloom and there were thousands of them. I suddenly had to get closer to the flowers to inhale the lovely perfume of roses, ran across the heavy traffic to reach them at the risk of my life and bent down to “smell the roses” when I realized that the fragrance was from the droppings of horses. The flowers were planted in a layer of manure about six inches thick. Ah well, they are still romantic — sort of.
Grandma Alma