And granted, we encountered a lot more roadblocks (literally) when we made the move to Bolivia in 08, but after a year of health issues for The Boy (and me) and all the renovations we made on the townhouse, last week seemed to be one of the most difficult. We were looking forward to our tropical paradise!
So far it is everything that was promised. Hot. Humid. Blue skies. Creepy-crawlies. The Kids' favorite thing to do in the morning after breakfast is to go out front and search for lizards. Then we go out back to see our never-quiet bird and more lizards, skinks, and wild animals. On the way out of the house today we saw a roach or small rabbit (I couldn't tell but Jack was sure we were looking at an exoskeleton) being devoured by an army of ants. Apparently the same situation is occurring in our downstairs bathroom (says our sponsor) but we have yet to check it out. With 4 other bathrooms we haven't felt the need.
The Kids are doing great. The Girl spent the past month asking everyone she was alone with if they were going to "the Minican Republic." I think she was worried that we were going to forget her. She also made the transition from the crib to a bed so it has proven difficult to contain her first in the hotel and now in this giant house. The Boy is anxious to go to school and keeps asking me to translate everything into Spanish. When I don't know a word he says, "I wish that you knew the whole language," which makes me feel pretty lazy and stupid. I was disappointed that he didn't seem at all impressed when someone from the embassy came to check our generator this morning. I couldn't get the door open but I could tell the man, "No tengo mis llaves. Un momento, por favor." But I imagine The Boy expects me to know where the keys are as well as every word in the Spanish language.
