One example of this culture of compartir was when one of the families in the campo hosted all ten students from Texas A&M, the professor, other community members and myself for a spaghetti cookout. She made a massive mountain of spaghetti - fit to feed five armies - and the special occasion was just the fact that we would all be leaving in less than a week. The sadness from that fact, although in a happy time, was setting in.
Another example: it's typically pretty difficult to walk past houses in the campo without requests to sit down for a little bit and pass the time … and never could you stop by without having to sit down; it would be an argument with the doña you'd sure have a hard time winning. And once you sit down, it is not too long after that you're likely to get served un juguito (glass of juice) … chinola (passion fruit), mango, piña (pineapple), or whatever delicious concoction it might be.
Yet another example of this culture of compartir: some family friends had visited today from Jarabacoa for el Día del Padre (Father's Day). They immediately bonded with my parents in the campo, and they felt as if they had gained more members of the family. They exchanged phone numbers so that they could call my campo mom every now and then and, hopefully, come back for a return visit … and I, myself, hope I can do the same para compartir - to share - more time with my family and friends here.