We've lost our internet connection in our apartment, the computer is down, our refrigerator died, and our landlord is out of town, so we're downtown in an internet place and I don't want to stay on longer than I need to. Oh, and our phones don't work. But hey, it's warm and I'm getting so that the hills don't bother me as they did. That's good...I may come out in better shape than I came in. We are seriously putting the option on the table of coming home early. I don't know if we'll do it or not, but the idea is out there.
On Christmas Eve we went down to a place called the Paradise Community Center, which had a very nice little ceremony. I'd just swallowed my Vit B the wrong way, so my throat wasn't up for singing a lot, but I could mouth the words. Then I went down the hill to watch the kids beat up a string of piñatas and leap on the candy. They started at 9:30 and would end at midnight. That's when Christmas day officially starts. It was fun. Christmas day we ended up on the beach, drinking margaritas,(me), eating calamari and then going off for fish and chips. A very Christmasy day. We're eating at home and creating things that don't need refrigerating, and things that you don't need to leave out because if we do, these tiny little ants descend upon whatever's there...rather like tiny little pirannas. Turns out our landlord, who's actually a nice person, has a real reputation for being very very tight, and hard to get anything fixed. So, we look forward to standing in line and beating him over the head gently but firmly. Sort of like a human piñata, I think.
We're meeting interesting people, though. Vandana, you know that utube thing with the sheep that have lights on their backs and make different designs? The guy in the next apartment had six sheep dogs that responded to 3 different whistles each, 2000 sheep, and now he travels all over the world judging shows with dogs like that. Even he is impressed with those sheep on utube.
Then we met a woman last Sunday who was raised on one of the tributaries of the Amazon, and she had wonderful stories about it. Clarksville sounds rather slow in comparison.
I'll hopefully have a working internet, refrigrator and phone the next time I connect with you. I've talked to quite a few folks who say what we're having happen isn't that unusual, the first time you come down here. Of course this isn't our first time, but at this rate, it may be our last.
Much love, Rita
On Christmas Eve we went down to a place called the Paradise Community Center, which had a very nice little ceremony. I'd just swallowed my Vit B the wrong way, so my throat wasn't up for singing a lot, but I could mouth the words. Then I went down the hill to watch the kids beat up a string of piñatas and leap on the candy. They started at 9:30 and would end at midnight. That's when Christmas day officially starts. It was fun. Christmas day we ended up on the beach, drinking margaritas,(me), eating calamari and then going off for fish and chips. A very Christmasy day. We're eating at home and creating things that don't need refrigerating, and things that you don't need to leave out because if we do, these tiny little ants descend upon whatever's there...rather like tiny little pirannas. Turns out our landlord, who's actually a nice person, has a real reputation for being very very tight, and hard to get anything fixed. So, we look forward to standing in line and beating him over the head gently but firmly. Sort of like a human piñata, I think.
We're meeting interesting people, though. Vandana, you know that utube thing with the sheep that have lights on their backs and make different designs? The guy in the next apartment had six sheep dogs that responded to 3 different whistles each, 2000 sheep, and now he travels all over the world judging shows with dogs like that. Even he is impressed with those sheep on utube.
Then we met a woman last Sunday who was raised on one of the tributaries of the Amazon, and she had wonderful stories about it. Clarksville sounds rather slow in comparison.
I'll hopefully have a working internet, refrigrator and phone the next time I connect with you. I've talked to quite a few folks who say what we're having happen isn't that unusual, the first time you come down here. Of course this isn't our first time, but at this rate, it may be our last.
Much love, Rita
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