The air is pregnant with humidity. A Cabecar woman stands before me, head down, likely suspicious of why we are here. A pile of organically-grown green bananas lays at her feet. She tells us that she gets US $0.10 per kilo (2.2 lbs) of bananas when she sells them to middleman, her only current option, that comes on Mondays to the rise in the dirt road that sits a ten minute walk from where we parked.
We learn that her bananas go to Gerber, and are processed into organic baby food.
Her machete rests in the ground next to the bananas that she has cut from the trees on her farm. Mosquitoes bite me and her. We swat them away.