Like I said, we don't live in a mud shack without plumbing or electricity, but things do get kinda weird sometimes...
The type of shower we have is called a 'Widow Maker.'Best to make sure your ground wire is clean and that you're always standing on your rubber matt. Then of course there's the 'bomb' in our SUV.It's not really a bomb.It's a propane gas tank (a lot cheaper than gasoline).But if you saw the way it was installed, you'd joke that it was a bomb too. And then of course, there's the kitchen stove...
Our house isn't electrically grounded, so we often have some very interesting short circuits (with light bulbs exploding, etc.)And we don't have anything you'd call a front door.(Or back door, or side door.)What we have is this thick, prison-like wooden gate with a medieval sliding bolt & padlock.
The house was built with a flat roof, which really wasn't a roof at all.It was designed to have a 2nd story added within the first two years.The house is 13 years old now.And the roof leaks like crazy in the tropical rains.But we're used to it.(Except for the exploding light bulbs)
We're surrounded by eight foot high walls that kinda suffocate me, but thank God, even though my flat roof leaks, it is my prayer sanctuary. I love to go there early in the morning when it's still dark.
God has also blessed us with several 'natural amenities' which only He could provide. We have an awesome Santa Rita vine that covers out patio. Wonderful shade!Beautiful red flowers!
We have this totally awesome Red Mango tree! (If you ever visit, you should come between October and January when it is full of fruit)And on the other side of the patio, we have a hybrid tangerine/lemon tree that bears fruit all year.
Our patio by the way is our living room/classroom/church...as required.If it rains, and people come over, we stand huddled in the kitchen. (People usually don't come over in the rain. *smile*)
We live on a street of 18 houses. We know everybody as friends...or enemies (not our fault); but what's important is...we know them.
There's a football field at the end of our street. And a neat Mom & Pop store where the older lady, Senora Maria finds my penchant for Oreo Cookies funny.(I think she keeps them in stock just for me)
And of course, I couldn't end this without saying that being part of a Bolivian Family is most definitely a 'unique' experience...
Miki is 22 and going to college. He's like my personal 'Latino Culture Trainer.'(Thank God I don't have to pay him by the hour)Daisy is the calmest person I have ever met. Absolutely nothing bothers her.
Thankfully, her tranquility is contagious and I seem to be morphing more into a take-it-as-it-comes Latino lifestyle as the years go by. And if you know me at all, you have to admit...that can only be God!
So for those of you who have asked...that's where we live.
