Abundance
I think we underestimated just how long it would take to find furniture. Eventually we just started having carpenters build stuff instead.
I have no license plate on the motorcycle I’ve been driving around for the past few months. Nobody seems to care. There are traffic cops standing all over town and they never give me a second look. But still, it feels like I should have a license plate. So one day I went up to the “DMV” to get that done and the first thing they asked me for was a utility bill with my name and address on it. That would seem easy enough except in order to have that you need to have your home’s original title in hand. Well, that finally arrived, so I made copies of the twenty page document and headed off to the electric company. On the first visit I waited about an hour only to find out that I needed photos of the electric meter, printed out for them to add to the file alongside my title. I’m not sure who is trying so hard to get bills issued in their names, but this seemed like a lot of hoops to have to jump through. But hey, after seven hours, I had successfully taken ownership of both the water and electric bills. And after that process I can now see why all the DMV cares about is seeing one of those bills as proof of who you are and where you live. Getting TSA pre-check status was easier.
Start at the door, work your way into the chairs, and then shift over a seat whenever someone finished and the next person was called. Kudos for the orderliness of it all.
This dog lives down the street at this little shop. Almost every day we’ll see him, when the shop is closed, standing stock still on the sidewalk with his face pressed flat against the door waiting to be let back in.
The Schulte’s getting dolled up to the best of our abilities for a friend’s quinceañera.
It was a fun party. A family of nomads originally from Australia with Mexican friends who insisted they let them throw the party. So we had a good 50/50 mix of gringos and Mexicans, lots of food, dulces, drink, and dancing.
Determination.
I’ve mentioned the trees around town before. It’s funny how many massive trees come tumbling over walls that you would think housed a… house.
Finally, we found chairs for the kitchen table. Six of them. Fortunately, I have a pickup truck that looks like a small motorcycle.
Nature will eventually take back the bug.
This is the view from Ouest’s swimming pool. About five miles outside of town there is tons of land like this. I don’t mind the brown of the winter dry season, but these couple of months in the summer when we get some rain and everything goes green is pretty spectacular. We were happy to hear that the reservoirs are full thanks to the several heavy rains we’ve had. Apparently, they had gotten down to about 30%. Water shortages do not sound enjoyable at all. We’re used to boat life and making our own water—where we never run out, but we never have enough, either. If all it takes here is a few hard rains to have an abundance, we’ll gladly accept that.
