RSS Feed (xml)I am itching, my legs are filled with bites. There are so many biting things here, I try and ignore them but there are some places biting things should not be allowed. Like your bed.
So we went to the expat bar this week, an outdoor (what isn't outdoors here?) place where there is an actual happy hour, drafts for $1.50. The people who own the place have a couple of kids and immediately M disappears, I hear her chasing a parrot through the fields with a beautiful little boy, they run and run and run. Seeing her occupied I turn my attention to the crowd. It's mostly older, folks from not only the states but Canada and Europe. They've all got stories, the night is loud and raucous and generous and fun. I meet people who've come here for all sorts of reasons, adventure, promise, escape, solitude, incompatibility, the one commonality is kindness covered in roughness, if that can make any kind of sense. I meet a surprising number of folks who aren't necessarily happy about Obama and while I am on my best behavior my jaw can't help but fall to the floor.
Everyone is welcoming, inviting us to their homes for drinks or dinner or just stop by whenever, that's how I'm learning this place works, folks just drop by whenever and you never quite know what the day holds. I've had invitations extended for something or another every day this week and it's never something I knew was coming. Go with the flow, that's the motto here. One day at a time, that's what my neighbors tell me. It's decidely foreign. The politics are interesting. I listen more than I talk.
M has a problem, some sort of infection in her finger. A friend gave her her doctor's number, his personal cell phone. He's a Cuban MD practicing here, he answered his phone and told me to come to see him in a few hours. It's one of the things that has me most concerned, anything bad happening to her. I can't believe we are already in need of a MD. But he answered his phone. Just like that and he said we could come in. I'll let you know how it goes.
Many of you offered to send school supplies, my heart nearly bursting with the comments and emails. I am going to talk to the teacher next week and find out exactly what will help and then I'll get back to you. It's expensive to ship things here so I want to make sure I am asking you for the right thing. The fact that you so immediately offered to help a little jungle preschool you have never seen has made me feel so blessed. This community never ceases to amaze me. I hate that I still can't read blogs, just checking email and writing this post takes longer than you can imagine and I am paying by the minute. They say it's coming soon but Any day now in jungle time might mean weeks or more.
Posts
