So, I´m at the internet place in Dzidzantun where I currently spend a good portion of each morning..I won´t go into a lengthy explanation of my cancelled reservations, lack of ability to manage my own affairs, feelings of frustration, powerlessness and just generally being on the edge...i would rathe spend this brief time telling you a story...
The other day, I was quietly sitting and reading a book about the brain. Still no functioning DVD player ( though last night I had the portable DVD player on the counter and the one thats hooked up to the TV both open trying to hand spin the DVDs to get them playing...I was SUOER stressed and needed a distraction..) anyway, the afternoon clouds and thunder rolled in and a deluge started. ¨wow! listen to that¨I said to, of course, Lucky. Then I heard an odd noise and looked up. It took me a second to realize it was a small human on the prch huddled by the door. Being Sunday, i thought it might perhaps be Didier, ChuChos son...maybe they were there for a Sunday visit. i got up and as i approached the door i see who I believe to be Marie, his mom. As i open the door and beckon the saurated two inside, i realize it is in fact not Didier and Marie. I don´t know these folks but regardless, they need to get out of the rain. Not like its cold or anything, but still. So, I put a big rag on the floor where they are standing to soak up the puddle they are creating. She takes off the childs wet shirt ( i see he´s very tiny..small and frail like a fledgling). I offer them water, don´t have much else..tea? No gracias...so, the idle chit chat, such as it it when the other person speaks no English and i am limited...we go through this for a bit and establish she is riding a scooter..ok, so i cant really give them a ride in Dzidzantun where they live. While we are struggling with more conversation topics, here strolls Mr Iguana across the front near the porch. This is Luckys nemesis. He is constantly on red alert to get this guy but of course hes much too fast and wiley for Lucky to ever catch. as i wonder what the heck he´s doing out in this downpour, Lucky spots him and flies out the back door. We all laugh as we see him running around the front in pursuit of senor iguana. However, Mr I is for some reson impaired and Lucky is catching him!! Next thing you knwo, they are thrashing around on the porch in front of the door. Im screaming ¨Lucky no!¨as the iguana gets pinned to the screen door, hissing , he has no option but to climb so up the door he goes! Where he stays out of sheer terror forthe next hour or so....Once this excitement dies down. i realize they have been here a long time now and the conversation has sadly lapsed...I decide to play solitaire..what else can I do? I have given the tyke a car to play with ( it was my grandsons) so hes busily playing and making universal car noises..then i hear a different noise..? what? what the..its liquid..liquid hitting the floor and i realize with horror that he is casually relieving himself down the stool and onto the floor and mom is just sitting there like its all in a day...when the sound ceases, she casually removes his tiny underpants and wrings them out near the front door. as in inside the front door..ah yes..the smell ..¨he needs to drink more water¨is the first thought that comes to mind. I want to start laughing. in light of all thats going on with me, here i am, a very large iguana has stationed himself to my screen door and this little boy just peed on my stool and his mother wrung the underwear out on my floor...ahhhh yes...ya gotta love it...So, anoth half hour passes and Im thinking its going to start getting dark soon. When are they leaving?? As if she telepathically registered that thought, she got up and walked out front. soon she returned with a fella. ¨Papa!¨little bird exclaims. So, after initial banter, they start to get the little guy dressed and ready to go. Here is something Ive noticed here...the child goes on the childs time. this is not the first time Ive seen this. The parents are giving the child direction like¨come here and let me put your shirt on because we have to go¨but it might be 5 min or so before the kid decides..ahhh Ok..I guess...so, as they left, thanking me, the guy got a stick and dislodged mr iguana sending him on hisway. By the time the sun started to set, it was as if nothing had ever happened. The rain had stopped, the reptile was presumably back in his hole under the back step. But there was that urine smell to deal with......
as i make crazy preperations to extricate myself from my life here in the Yucatan with harried facebook messages about reservations and friends phone calls in the evening to ground me and the internet guy graciously letting me spend three hours in the place with my dog, I feel so blessed that i got to experience all of this. The giant spiders, scorpions, iguanas, friendly people, urinating children......I wouldnt trade any of it....I´ll be keeping you posted, as of today, Im shooting for leaving a week from today flying into vegas and driving home from there..we shall see.....
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