Today children are starting school in Portland, and I am sitting in a wooden rocker in our screen home, under a fan watching a herd of cattle go down the road directed by their four year old herdsman. Last night the entertainment was an electrical storm and fireflies, and today our goal is to successfully get a ride into and out of town after we get the money to pay our rent.
After spending three nights at a hotel in Granada, we have found a place that is outside of Granada a few kilometers-loosely think suburb. It is called Reparto San Juan. We opted for this to get out of the noise of the city, the price is right, and technically it is cooler; although I must question the difference between 100 degrees with 80 percent humidity and 97 degrees with 80 percent humidity. 🙂 Essentially we live in the converted garage on the property of a larger house. The owner is married to a Nica and they have three daughter. They also own what I have named the “rag-tag posse”- five dogs of varying shapes and sizes and three cats.
So the understatement of the year is “Life is different here”. We are in the season of the miliped ( they are on the floor, the wall, the sink, the bed…), Stephen got to be the hero last night when he saved me from the large frog that had taken up residence in the bedroom, and a little pool time is an essential part of the day. I am doing a little better this morning at a appreciating the differences, but last night was a different story. 🙂
As cold water to a weary soul, so is great news from a far country. Proverbs 25:25