Woe, woe to the mosquito that dares to buzz in Holly's general vicinity. She shall smite thee with furious clapping.
After a week without power (we hear it will come back any time now...), we are getting a feel for the rhythm of life in the Dominican Republic. We bought a car on Friday night - a 2000 Honda CRV in great condition and highly recommended. Our landlord, the money changer with automatic weapons under his desk, told us he had a friend who was a mechanic/car seller. He shows up with gold bracelets and an almost Italian lilt to his Spanish - straight out of the Sopranos. When we told him we couldn't afford the car, our landlord told him to sell it to us for the price we could afford. OK.... that's not how it works in the US, but... Arismendy, our landlord, has been "bery, bery goood" to us- to quote Sammy Sosa.
On Saturday our car stopped working. We were, as you might guess, more than a little frustrated. We call our mechanic/seller/possible mafioso? - Henry, and tell him. He screams over the phone in his best, strained, Godfather voice... Where are you? I'm coming to pick you up right now! We were five minutes from home, but he wouldn't hear it - he picked us up, took our car, and fixed it on Sunday morning. Water in the enginge... we don't understand exactly, but it works great now and we have a three month guarantee. We think.
We are now on our way to buy groceries, even though our fridge doesn't work and probably never will. We have sweated through seven gallons of water so far. Steamy Dominican nights - no, seriously no power for the fan means sweaty pillows. BUT - we do think it will all turn out fine in the end.
SO - don't be afraid to visit... but also... don't be afraid to sweat. We love you guys and thank you for your prayers.
More soon - TJ and Holly
3 comments:
Wow, sounds like a real adventure! Your lives already make mine seem so silly - I spent all day reading books by dead people and going to meetings to decide whose proposal topic was sexy enough for a conference. Stellar.
With or without power, sweaty or not, I am sure you're doing great things! You are so loved and supported!
So I guess this also means there's not much cuddling like TJ enjoys so much. I'm just picturing TJ McCloudNine, staring at the corrugated ceiling while in bed. Sweat streaks down his side originating in the arm pit, creating a body print that will eventually make it onto the matress. Holly is hugging her side of the bed, saying, 'if you touch me...'
It's not so much different here. Miss you already.
blake
Ewww, ewww, ewww! I hate sweating when it doesn't involve working out or playing sports. It makes me feel so dirty. I work with a man who's a "sweater" and only showers once a week. Yep, he smells really good.
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