I'll tell you, that stuff is a real bitch! I don't want anymore of it.
I FINALLY got my bicycle out this morning and road into town. I've been waiting over 2 weeks to ride.
I had no idea it would be that hard. I didn't see all the hills driving around in a car. 80 minutes of stellar workout. Over the cobble roads and around the potholes. To Olga's for breakfast. I was greeted with warmth as always.
We went to our first party at 12:30 for lunch. Caesar and Antonietta (pronounced: ahn-tone-YE-tah) had us over for the first time. Caesar is the drummer and band leader of the jazz group that Yella sits in with. Antonietta is from El Salvador. They met in Belize 25 years ago, then moved to Panama.
It was fun. Especially getting a perspective about life from outside the US. He is from South Africa and Belize and you know where she is from. We are sooooo sheltered by living in the US. Our perspective of ourselves is very high, don't you think? Not theirs. Most people outside the US view us as spoiled, bloated, self-indulgent people. After living here for a few months, I agree.
We then moved on to a Canadian Thanksgiving party with turkey and the full trimmings. The hostess is a phenomenal cook! What a feast. And, a little taste of home.
I asked several people if their gutters overflowed in downpours and the majority said yes. I asked what they do about it...nothing...let it overflow and move on.
I had a conversation with a guy who has built a resort with a 1 kilometer road that is as steep as ours. He said they are on their 4th attempt to tame the water and may not be finished yet.
So, this drainage problem will be an iterative solution. That made me feel a little better about the mess.
We got home after 7 pm and I headed out to babysit our new house where I sit and write this blog.
A good Sunday...a much better day than Saturday.
Good grief, I don't think I've done anything this hard...or this rewarding. Funny how that works out.
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