I really wish I had something nifty or funny to tell you. A good story or something. But I got nothin'. Well, other than the fact that I just used "nifty" in a sentence. Where'd that come from? I haven't used the word "nifty" since I was like twelve. I'd like to say never...but being who I am, I'm pretty sure that'd be a lie.
It feels like all I've done the past week (or more) is drive people from one place to another. Doctor's appointments (Ruddy's mom has been sick)...optometrist appointments (Sandro needs glasses and minor eye surgery)...ultrasounds (yay it's a girl!). It's been crazy. It also means a lot of waiting. LOTS of waiting. If we do anything well in Bolivia, it's waiting in lines. I've learned to bring a book.
Those are only three of the highlights by the way. I did more in the past two weeks than go to three appointments. But you get the idea. Yesterday Yimy and I bought a door handle for the outside, gate door as well. The old one broke. Right now we're using a vise grip, which, while ingenious (if I do say so myself) is a bit of a temporary fix. He and I have a good system down when we buy stuff in the market. I make subtle hand gestures or point with my eyes at what I want, and then keep walking while he stops and asks the owner the price of whatever it is we need. Then I wait for him a few stalls away while he makes the deal. It saves us getting the "gringo price". There are the occasional moments of confusion as Yimy tries to figure out what I was rolling my eyes at, but generally we have it figured out.
We also waited forever while a guy cut ten keys for the new door handle. Then I realized we don't actually need keys for the door handle. Only if we lock it. But since there's already a different, big lock on the door, that doesn't seem likely. But I have a nice key chain full of worthless keys now, so...
On the way home I introduced Yimy to the glory that is a strawberry milkshake on a hot, sunny day. He was suitably impressed. There were lots of wow's and eyebrows going up and down. It's hard to describe...but trust me, it was entertaining.
Today I've got a truckload of paperwork to do. Ah, the adventurous life of a missionary in South America. But the cool thing about living down here, is that you never really know what the day will bring. The guys are around most of the day (this is the sixth time they've tried to have student elections at the university. Not sure what the problem is, but it means another day off for the guys), so maybe we'll go do something fun later in the day.
Anyhow, that's really all I've got.
It feels like all I've done the past week (or more) is drive people from one place to another. Doctor's appointments (Ruddy's mom has been sick)...optometrist appointments (Sandro needs glasses and minor eye surgery)...ultrasounds (yay it's a girl!). It's been crazy. It also means a lot of waiting. LOTS of waiting. If we do anything well in Bolivia, it's waiting in lines. I've learned to bring a book.
Those are only three of the highlights by the way. I did more in the past two weeks than go to three appointments. But you get the idea. Yesterday Yimy and I bought a door handle for the outside, gate door as well. The old one broke. Right now we're using a vise grip, which, while ingenious (if I do say so myself) is a bit of a temporary fix. He and I have a good system down when we buy stuff in the market. I make subtle hand gestures or point with my eyes at what I want, and then keep walking while he stops and asks the owner the price of whatever it is we need. Then I wait for him a few stalls away while he makes the deal. It saves us getting the "gringo price". There are the occasional moments of confusion as Yimy tries to figure out what I was rolling my eyes at, but generally we have it figured out.
We also waited forever while a guy cut ten keys for the new door handle. Then I realized we don't actually need keys for the door handle. Only if we lock it. But since there's already a different, big lock on the door, that doesn't seem likely. But I have a nice key chain full of worthless keys now, so...
On the way home I introduced Yimy to the glory that is a strawberry milkshake on a hot, sunny day. He was suitably impressed. There were lots of wow's and eyebrows going up and down. It's hard to describe...but trust me, it was entertaining.
Today I've got a truckload of paperwork to do. Ah, the adventurous life of a missionary in South America. But the cool thing about living down here, is that you never really know what the day will bring. The guys are around most of the day (this is the sixth time they've tried to have student elections at the university. Not sure what the problem is, but it means another day off for the guys), so maybe we'll go do something fun later in the day.
Anyhow, that's really all I've got.
1 comments:
Vice grips on the gate. I am SO proud. You have brought a little bit of Saskatchewan to Bolivia. Well done farm boy.
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