Where to begin- so much to report.....Got into merida today in the bright, blazing heat, worn out from all the sweating. John and I decided to grab a bite of lunch then nap but it was not to be. The dog- Lucky- hopped up to join us and had the " jimmy leg" goin ( seinfeld fans out there?). Anyway, it just finished pouring so it is a bit cooler but even more humid which seems impossible. This is the rainy season. It is sunny in the morning, hot with very little breeze, then in the afternoon it feels like the oxygen has been sucked out by an alian space hose. After this, the light becomes a weird greenish color- similar to someones palor just before they throw up- followed by rumbling ( which always reminds me of Rip van Winkle who said it was giants bowling...) thunder and eventually rain. Then the cycle starts all over again.
So we noticed about a week ago, throngs of yellow butterflies all over the place. There is no way to avoid them when driving. I picture one shoving another out of our path yelling "save yourself'" in silent butterfly lingo just before they get sucked into the grill.You see them stuck to the wipers and antenna. john even had one in the cab of the truck the other day. Thousands of them. Its like driving through big, yellow snow flakes. You even see them on the road...delicate little road kill (i want to pick them up and create something with their little wings..). Our friend Katalina, who has lived here for a few years, told us today when you see them all over like this, it means they have flown away from a storm and that whatever direction you see them coming from, thats where the storm is. How amazing is that! They must be able to tell way in advance to be able to stay ahead of the wind.
We all rode in together today- john and Katalina in the front, Lucky and i in back. It was a stuffy, hairy ride indeed. Thats why we were worn out when we got here.
Now for the brawl part- well, it wasn't really a brawl. That was just a tease like the 10:00 news does to keep you from going to bed. Actually, it was a disagreement that led to a bit of an argument betwen john and 'el heffe' Manolo-the quasi forman of our work crew. I'll sum it up by saying evidently he didnt know who he was dealing with when he tried to scam us out of money. It didnt fly. John shouted at him "you're a liar and I know you understand what I'm saying!". Well, they all ended up down the road at a guys house who is bilingual. After a lengthy conversation, everything got straaightened out and work has been going smoothly ever since. The walls are up on the casita and tomorrow the roof will go on. It should be done in another week.( I'll keep you posted with info and pics...the guest house will be available to rent...) it is nestled between the coconut trees so it is shaded in the afternoon. the rear window opens out to see nothing but palms and the bathroom has an opening of decorative cement blocks that are covered in palm fronds. It'll be lovely....
As I'm sitting here in the hotel kitchen are, i am sopping wet. Literally, my dress is sticking to me and my face is...dewy. yes, it's humid....
Onto the "bumps' portion of the show.....Just before dawn this morning- about 5:30 am...i felt/ heard movement in the bed. The covers were being pulled off ( our only cover is a sheet) and a muffled sort of "clunk". Yes, it was my poor husband taking a 'header' out of the bed. He was wrapped up in the sheet and took it with him as he went down, broke his fall with his head ( luckily,or he could have been hurt!) and broke open his brow. Now, at home we might have gone in for a couple of stitches but to those of you who follow me regularly, you know unless you've really hacked something open with a machete you aren't going to get stitches. so, we cleaned it up and dabbed on some antibiotic salve, whipped on a band aid and started our morning. like he doesn't already have a headache every day! Poor guy....
I'll wrap up with this...I am learning a bit about the political system here. not really surprised to find out its as corrupt as ours, just a different type of corruption. At home in the states, as here, its the people with money who don't want to part with it that pull the strings. Right now, they aren't able to pull them quite as easily and thats why there are a lot of killings. The main difference to me is, their killings go on within the boundaries of their own country while ours happen in someone elses country. Im not saying which is worse. Dead is dead. Orphans are orphans....sorry, don't mean to be a downer. I try to stay in denial around this stuff as do so many others...' i just don't want to know about anything unpleasant...lets go shopping!"...sorry...
well, the sun is shining its searing little head again.....it's about 5:30. I'm gonna go down to the air conditioned room and check on my boys, one hairy, one scabby...both will be happy to see me. They love me. Either one would shove me out of the way and hit the grill. Unfortunately, my husband would probably fall down on his way to do it.........
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