Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Some Like It Hot

But if it's too hot, you can always go to the waterfalls.
Or lay on the floor under a high speed ceiling fan.
Or go for a swim with your amigas.
Or dress as the locals do, encouraging cultural assimilation. 
Yes, Ben is dressed as a giant taco, why do you ask?
 When all else fails, strap on your helmet on and chug an jugo verde: orange, pineapple, celery, cucumber, spinach, cactus, parsley, and chayote. Cools you down, freshens you up.

So you see, there are options when it's hot outside.

For Puppy Lovers Only

Hi my name is Lalita and I am adorable and looking for a place to live, my favorite activities include being very obedient and keeping my humans safe from chickens. Can I please come live with you? I don't take up very much space and I promise not to let any chickens kidnap you ever.
Hi, my name is Ben. I like to pick up animals during the field ministry. Cats, dogs, sheep, goats, chickens, scorpions, you name it, I've tried to pick it up off the streets. I act like I'm going to keep them all, but so far I've only kept the scorpion. I am really good at convincing people of my great ideas, like taking adorable stray dogs off the road. I, however, will not adopt them, because I went back to Australia last night.
Hi. My name is Chelsea, and I am a sucker.
She's all cleaned up. I've taught her to come, sit, stay, and fetch. But I haven't taught myself how to part with her. She's staying at Michael's place on the outskirts of town where she has room to run and play. I'm desperately seeking a home for her because she can't stay at my new place, and I can't take her back to the streets. You'd think I'd have learned my lesson with Falkor in San Miguel de Allende, but it turns out I have a weakness for helpless living creatures. 
Oh, hi again. My name is Lalita, and I hope I have a happy ending.

Thursday, February 10, 2011

The Solution Involved A Headlamp and Not Much Else

The water at my current place is pumped from a well, and needs to be filled several times a day. You just scamper outside and flip the switch for the pump, and in seven minutes the tank is ready again.

Have you tried sitting around covered in soap lately? I can't say I recommend it.

Three minutes left.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Wish You Were Here

Really, I do.

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Geography Lessons

Jess kindly drawing me a map of Australia, complete with Great Barrier Reef and Monster Cyclone.
Alice, Victoria, and Susanna. I expect there to be a subsequent spike in tourism to Norway, yes thirty, if not hundredfold. Michael trying out a new energy drink that promises luchador strength and energy. He didn't sleep that night.
Ruth and a little girl in the Puerto Angel Spanish congregation.
We are in the process of canvasing neighboring territories such as Puerto Angel, Mazunte, and Pochutla to gauge the viability of an English group, aided by Vince's super GPS.
Marcela channeling one of my favorite pictures ever, "Cake is the only thing that matters."
Gloria, who recently arrived from Austria, being welcomed to Mexico by our Welcoming Turkey.
Oliver and Ben, literally fresh off their motorbikes from a month long bike tour of Central America. Oggy, Christian (from England) and Tiit (from Estonia) were soon to follow. Shortly thereafter Oliver was whisked back to Australia to spread tales of the other land down under. 
Madison, Teal and Oliver taking a not-so-short cut to the other side of the territory. 

There were 69 people at the meeting on Sunday. Absolute madness! I think there are around 26 publisher cards in the hall. At least 13 interested persons were there, the rest were visiting brothers and sisters. Speeding up of the work, anyone? 

I have developed a mild case of insomnia but reckon it will pass. Last night around 2:30 am I did Pilates, made some fresh tortillas on my new cast iron tortilla press, and reorganized my cave. Considering sleep is one of my favorite hobbies (I happen to be great at it), this is rather distressing. Perhaps tonight I shall learn to crochet, or write a rock opera, or reenact the sinking of the Titanic using items found in my fridge. When all else fails, I may even sleep.