Three years ago, when the current President took over Bolivia, there was a big push to get the dog population under control - especially in Cochabamba where there are an estimated 600,000 dogs wandering the streets.
They debataed it their legislative sessions and eventually voted that the dogs would be picked up, eradicated or whatever. Then before the session broke up one man asked a simple question: These dogs eat an estimated one million Kg. of garbage from the streets each year - when the dogs are gone, what is going to happen to all that garbage? No one could answer that question, so the dogs still rule the streets.
They are everywhere. From roving packs to single muts. This is dog heaven. Joeline is trying to solve this complex problem by bring her own dog here, a four pound Maltese. Oh, that animal will last a long time on the streets!
In Viet Nam we never had any problem with dogs. You never saw an old dog in Viet Nam. Well, that's probably not entirely true. If you looked close enough in almost any dish you ate, you could probably pick out parts of Rover. But here, I guess they have never developed the stomach for dog. They do, however, have the stomach for cow stomach soup. Ever been in a cow barn that has not been cleaned for awhile? Cow stomach soup tastes like that barn smells. One of the 12 Labours of Hercules was to clean out, in a single day, stables which had not been cleaned for years. After one bowl of cow stomach soup I have come to appreciate that Labour.
The other night at Open House, the Senior Class had a fund raiser. They grilled cow heart. (This is definatley not India. Here a cow had better watch her back)
They cut the cow heart into strips, coated it with some sort of peanut oil substance, and grilled it right there at school. The people lined up for it. I decided to tour all of the classes, let the lines die down and come back later. It took me about an hour to visit all the classes and when I got back the lines were gone and so was all the cow. They sold out, 300 strips, before I could get back.
Otherwise, Open House was wonderful.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Carl went out to pick up a new web cam he had ordered.
Had an interesting conversation in Spanish
of which he understood only that it had not come in.
After a twenty min. conversation in Spanish of which he
understood, Nada --- he came home with an excellent web cam
that was better than the one he had ordered in the first place,
go figure.
He then went looking for a racquetball court for us,
got lost once again, (I sent the GPS with him)
but as usual he brought home the gold with these pictures!
They made my day.
This may be my new favorite place in Cochabamba!
As long as I don't come to my second favorite place
too often!!
Not much doubt I am going to like this place!Monday, August 25, 2008
Don't you love it when you ask a retorical question like "how you doin" and some clown starts telling you all of their ailments? So I had a little, Butch and Sundance Revenge, life goes on.
I have to tell my latest encounter with time!
I was invited to a small dinner party, not the one Joeline was talking about, by my landlady. I understood it was to be her and her husband, the financial bookkeeper for the school and her husband (whom I had met and who speaks English), and me. I was told 7:00 P.M. Well, being the military type, at exactly 7:00 P.M. I knocked on her door. The look on her face told me something was amiss so I kind of serepticiously glanced at my watch and sure enough it was 7:01.
This woman speaks no English, but she invites me in and shows me around her apartment. With my tremendous capacity with the Spanish language I said, Bueno, Muy Bueno, Bonito, Muy Bonito at all the painting, etc. she showed me. (Now keep in mind that Bonito also means Tuna, depends on the accent, I have no idea which I was saying)
Finally her and I sit and for thirty minutes we carry on this conversation. Her: kjkjjjjkj Me: Si, or sometimes I would say, No. I kept trying to throw in some of my other Spanish like Taco or Enchalada, but was afraid she would think I was hinting about supper.
Finally at 7:35 I couldn't take it any more so I pulled out my cell phone, held it to my ear and said Uno momento, por favor. (pretty good, huh)
I walked across the hall to my apt. left the door open and wandered around in my apt. for about 10 minutes pretending to talk on the phone.
Then I heard the elevator door open, thought it was the wife and husband who spoke English so walked into the hall without my phone.
It wasn't, it was her husband who speaks two words of English (Hi Mister) So he says Hi Mister and off we go again. He does pour me a straight scotch and I drink up. To shorten this agony, at 8:20, you got it one hour and twenty minutes later the couple who speak English show up.
Now, please do not get me wrong, it is a Spanish speaking country, if anyone is at fault it is me. The landlady and her husband are as nice and polite as they can be. But an hour and a half of trying to make conversation when no one knows what the other is saying is trying at best.
Oh, by the way there was another couple invited, they showed up at 8:45.
So, two days later Elizabeth, (the financial person) comes into my office with Robert (My VP who speaks fluent English and Spanish). Her husband is fluent in English, she speaks a small amount, she had Robert there to interpret.
She invites Robert and me to her husband's 50th. birthday party, (the party Joeline mentioned). Anyway, I asked what time and she said 7:00. As she was leaving I stopped her and said, "Robert she has said we are to be there at 7:00, please ask her in Spanish what time we are to be there?" He asked and she said, Si Siete. I said "Robert, if she tells me 7:00, I will be there at 7:00, tell her that!" He tells her in Spanish and a horrible look comes on her face and she says "OH, NO."
True story.
I said, "Robert what time does she want us there?" She though for a minute and says "Ocho?". Then Robert says how about ocho e trienta, and she smiles and says, SI.
She wants us there at 8:30, not before, and yet she invites us for 7?
I was down in the lobby waiting for Robert to pick me up for the party at eight and he calls and says he will be about 30 minutes late. We get to her party at 9:00 and are among the first ones there.
Fantastic party, all kinds of native dancing, open bar, even a three piece Marioche (not spelled right and besides it is called something else here, but I can't remember what they were called)
The host kept pouring me straight whiskey. Well, it wasn't exactly straight up, it was over the rocks. To top it off, they kept having toasts and you had to down your entire drink. I think that was the start of the end for me - did Butch and Sundance drink?
I have to tell my latest encounter with time!
I was invited to a small dinner party, not the one Joeline was talking about, by my landlady. I understood it was to be her and her husband, the financial bookkeeper for the school and her husband (whom I had met and who speaks English), and me. I was told 7:00 P.M. Well, being the military type, at exactly 7:00 P.M. I knocked on her door. The look on her face told me something was amiss so I kind of serepticiously glanced at my watch and sure enough it was 7:01.
This woman speaks no English, but she invites me in and shows me around her apartment. With my tremendous capacity with the Spanish language I said, Bueno, Muy Bueno, Bonito, Muy Bonito at all the painting, etc. she showed me. (Now keep in mind that Bonito also means Tuna, depends on the accent, I have no idea which I was saying)
Finally her and I sit and for thirty minutes we carry on this conversation. Her: kjkjjjjkj Me: Si, or sometimes I would say, No. I kept trying to throw in some of my other Spanish like Taco or Enchalada, but was afraid she would think I was hinting about supper.
Finally at 7:35 I couldn't take it any more so I pulled out my cell phone, held it to my ear and said Uno momento, por favor. (pretty good, huh)
I walked across the hall to my apt. left the door open and wandered around in my apt. for about 10 minutes pretending to talk on the phone.
Then I heard the elevator door open, thought it was the wife and husband who spoke English so walked into the hall without my phone.
It wasn't, it was her husband who speaks two words of English (Hi Mister) So he says Hi Mister and off we go again. He does pour me a straight scotch and I drink up. To shorten this agony, at 8:20, you got it one hour and twenty minutes later the couple who speak English show up.
Now, please do not get me wrong, it is a Spanish speaking country, if anyone is at fault it is me. The landlady and her husband are as nice and polite as they can be. But an hour and a half of trying to make conversation when no one knows what the other is saying is trying at best.
Oh, by the way there was another couple invited, they showed up at 8:45.
So, two days later Elizabeth, (the financial person) comes into my office with Robert (My VP who speaks fluent English and Spanish). Her husband is fluent in English, she speaks a small amount, she had Robert there to interpret.
She invites Robert and me to her husband's 50th. birthday party, (the party Joeline mentioned). Anyway, I asked what time and she said 7:00. As she was leaving I stopped her and said, "Robert she has said we are to be there at 7:00, please ask her in Spanish what time we are to be there?" He asked and she said, Si Siete. I said "Robert, if she tells me 7:00, I will be there at 7:00, tell her that!" He tells her in Spanish and a horrible look comes on her face and she says "OH, NO."
True story.
I said, "Robert what time does she want us there?" She though for a minute and says "Ocho?". Then Robert says how about ocho e trienta, and she smiles and says, SI.
She wants us there at 8:30, not before, and yet she invites us for 7?
I was down in the lobby waiting for Robert to pick me up for the party at eight and he calls and says he will be about 30 minutes late. We get to her party at 9:00 and are among the first ones there.
Fantastic party, all kinds of native dancing, open bar, even a three piece Marioche (not spelled right and besides it is called something else here, but I can't remember what they were called)
The host kept pouring me straight whiskey. Well, it wasn't exactly straight up, it was over the rocks. To top it off, they kept having toasts and you had to down your entire drink. I think that was the start of the end for me - did Butch and Sundance drink?
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Perhaps you have noticed the absence of any dialogue from Carl, or maybe not. Regardless, he is experiencing the first negative aspect of his Bolivian adventure.
It could be altitude sickness or perhaps just a bug
his antibodies haven't met yet.
Doesn't really matter, when you are sick, you are sick!
He is extremely tired, not hungry,
(both of which are very out of character for),
and the really special part, he is doing the Bolivian foxtrot.
He has only been under the weather for about 24 hours
and is feeling much better as we speak.
Prior to the last 24 hours, he had a wonderful week. Was a guest at a small dinner party with some interesting new friends, attending a fun 50th birthday party
with wonderful music and dancing,
a really special evening with some of his new faculty.
All in all his social life is off to a great start
and he is enjoying it all very much.
I am sure he will be back on line with you all shortly.
For those who care, I am still at home taking out my own garbage!
Poor, poor pitiful me!
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Ok, enough of the apartment crud. I mean it is a place to sleep.
Let's talk about the traffic. Now there is adventure. Consider this: ten years ago there were 90,000 cars registered in Cochabamba. Today there are over 1,000,000. Imagine that in your town terms. An increase in cars of over 1,000% in ten years. Now, how have the roads changed in ten years, 0%. Same roads with an additional 900,000 + cars in the same city.
I swear 3 of every 4 cars is a taxi of some form or another. Many of them are like minivans and carry 7/8 people. They stop every block or so to let someone off or pick up someone else.
And I mean they stop anywhere. Middle of the road, so what. They see someone waving a hand for a ride and they slam on their brakes wherever they are and stop. Cars swerving left and right of them, Si.
Pedestrians have no right whatsoever, and I mean that legally and sincerely. The roads are for cars, you want to cross you better make a dash and pray.
Stoplights are interesting.
A red light means that you might want to slow down to see if anyone is coming from the other way, otherwise go on or get hit from behind.
Red Light/Green Light mearly indicators that there is a cross street. whoever gets into the intersection first has the right of way - maybe.
Left lane/Right lane - no indication of which way you are going to turn. You use which ever lane you can squeeze into and then turn whichever way you need to and everyone else better watch out.
If you are polite in traffic here - number one, you will never get into the lines of traffic. You just nose into the flow and keep going - number two, once you are into the flow you try being polite and letting someone else in and you will cause a wreck.
OH, here's weird twist. No one stops at red light, they just slow down, right? BUT if they are going to turn right they stop at the light and wait until it turns green. They will run through the light but they will not turn right on a red light even after stopping and even if no one is coming. You figure that one out!
Horns are a riot. Everyone drives with one hand on the wheel and one on the horn. Can't figure out why - no one pays a bit of attention to the horns - you can't, everyone is honking - turn to see what one individual is honking about and fifteen more will honk at you and you will run into a taxi that just slammed his brakes in front of you. You NEVER take your eyes off the road for a second.
Car alrams - what a joke. The roads are so narrow that when you drive by parked cars it sets their alarms off. I'm not kidding. They go off constantly day and night. No one pays any attention to them. Have no idea what they are good for. Noise I guess.
So, how am I doing with the traffic. Fantastic, it was the the way I drove in the States anyway. I only sat at a red light in the states for a minute, any longer and I go on thru. Ask Joeline, idiotic things red light. Stop, if nothing coming why would you sit there for four or five minutes waiting for the green to come on. Never was a Pavlog dog.
Speaking of dogs - no, next story
BUT, don't get the wrong idea. I am having a ball here, well, I would be if Joeline was here. People have been very friendly, amazingly so. Have had some great food and the weather is absolutely hard to believe. I read in a travel magazine that Cochabamba had the best weather of any large city in the world, and after being here for a month I am beginning to believe it.
Let's talk about the traffic. Now there is adventure. Consider this: ten years ago there were 90,000 cars registered in Cochabamba. Today there are over 1,000,000. Imagine that in your town terms. An increase in cars of over 1,000% in ten years. Now, how have the roads changed in ten years, 0%. Same roads with an additional 900,000 + cars in the same city.
I swear 3 of every 4 cars is a taxi of some form or another. Many of them are like minivans and carry 7/8 people. They stop every block or so to let someone off or pick up someone else.
And I mean they stop anywhere. Middle of the road, so what. They see someone waving a hand for a ride and they slam on their brakes wherever they are and stop. Cars swerving left and right of them, Si.
Pedestrians have no right whatsoever, and I mean that legally and sincerely. The roads are for cars, you want to cross you better make a dash and pray.
Stoplights are interesting.
A red light means that you might want to slow down to see if anyone is coming from the other way, otherwise go on or get hit from behind.
Red Light/Green Light mearly indicators that there is a cross street. whoever gets into the intersection first has the right of way - maybe.
Left lane/Right lane - no indication of which way you are going to turn. You use which ever lane you can squeeze into and then turn whichever way you need to and everyone else better watch out.
If you are polite in traffic here - number one, you will never get into the lines of traffic. You just nose into the flow and keep going - number two, once you are into the flow you try being polite and letting someone else in and you will cause a wreck.
OH, here's weird twist. No one stops at red light, they just slow down, right? BUT if they are going to turn right they stop at the light and wait until it turns green. They will run through the light but they will not turn right on a red light even after stopping and even if no one is coming. You figure that one out!
Horns are a riot. Everyone drives with one hand on the wheel and one on the horn. Can't figure out why - no one pays a bit of attention to the horns - you can't, everyone is honking - turn to see what one individual is honking about and fifteen more will honk at you and you will run into a taxi that just slammed his brakes in front of you. You NEVER take your eyes off the road for a second.
Car alrams - what a joke. The roads are so narrow that when you drive by parked cars it sets their alarms off. I'm not kidding. They go off constantly day and night. No one pays any attention to them. Have no idea what they are good for. Noise I guess.
So, how am I doing with the traffic. Fantastic, it was the the way I drove in the States anyway. I only sat at a red light in the states for a minute, any longer and I go on thru. Ask Joeline, idiotic things red light. Stop, if nothing coming why would you sit there for four or five minutes waiting for the green to come on. Never was a Pavlog dog.
Speaking of dogs - no, next story
BUT, don't get the wrong idea. I am having a ball here, well, I would be if Joeline was here. People have been very friendly, amazingly so. Have had some great food and the weather is absolutely hard to believe. I read in a travel magazine that Cochabamba had the best weather of any large city in the world, and after being here for a month I am beginning to believe it.
Monday, August 18, 2008
Here is a look at the kitchen in our apt.
I love the glass front cabinet doors.
Nice and clean now, but I can mess it up real quick.
Carl said there is a little market just a block away,
a large grocery store just four blocks away.
It will be fun to be able to walk
to the market every couple of days.
He also said there are restaurants all around
neighborhood. Maybe I won't even need
to get this pretty kitchen dirty after all.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Saturday, August 16, 2008
I am passing the photos on to all of you as
I receive them from Carl.
This is the moon coming up as seen out our bedroom window.
Notice the statue of Christ in the upper right hand corner.
This statue of Christ is larger than the one in Rio.
We have the most wonderful sunrises and views of the moon out our bedroom window looking out over our lake here in Texas.
So thankful we will still have the same wonderful view in Bolivia.
This is the sun comming up, can you believe those colors.
Asked Carl for some more pictures of the apartment. He has been so busy with the first days of school, you can see he has not every had time to mess up the kitchen. Of course that will all change when I get there, love to cook! Hate to clean! The good news is he has hired a maid. You just won't believe this, she comes 3 days a week for $15. After she cleans a kitchen I have been cooking in I bet her price goes up.
Friday, August 15, 2008
This is the balcony they enclosed for us.
Still have two more, one off of living room
and one off of master bedroom. What a great place to paint!
What a great closet, can't wait to fill it up!
Look at all these wonderful bare walls just waiting for some of my paintings. This table is just waiting for a dinner party.
The living room and dinning room are all one big room, great for entertaining!
The windows in the living room open up on a balcony facing due West. Carl said there are some wonderful sunsets.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
OK, here's the deal. I have not had internet since I moved into my apartment. All kinds of problems getting internet. I tried smoke signals but the smoke couldn't clear the Andes. By the way, those little peaks are at 16,000 feet, mere foothills. Robert and I are going to climb the highest one this summer - Dec. or Jan. - anyway what you can not see behind them are the real Andes 26,000 feet or so.
Oh, don't know if I told you, but one time years ago someone sent me pictures of what is called the most dangerous road in the world. Well, I remembered that it was in Bolivia, so I asked Robert, he's my Counselor, about it. He said it was something he had always wanted to do, so he and I are going to bicycle down it during Thanksgiving. Cool huh! Hope I have time for pictures on the way down.
Anyway, Jody just happend to mention today in an email that I could do this from school. Like I have time. I did not know I could do this here, thought it had to be from my computer. No one tells me anything. Course when I went to the page everything was in Spanish. Finally figured out that Acceder means sign in. So here I am. And here I go back to work
Oh, don't know if I told you, but one time years ago someone sent me pictures of what is called the most dangerous road in the world. Well, I remembered that it was in Bolivia, so I asked Robert, he's my Counselor, about it. He said it was something he had always wanted to do, so he and I are going to bicycle down it during Thanksgiving. Cool huh! Hope I have time for pictures on the way down.
Anyway, Jody just happend to mention today in an email that I could do this from school. Like I have time. I did not know I could do this here, thought it had to be from my computer. No one tells me anything. Course when I went to the page everything was in Spanish. Finally figured out that Acceder means sign in. So here I am. And here I go back to work
43 Years!
Aug. 14, 1965
Joeline Jarrett married Carl Wieburg
My parents are such an example for Bill, Tomey, Jana and myself. They respect, cherish, support, and love each other. But more importantly they have fun with eachother.
Happy Anniversary Mom and Dad
Mom sent dad this wonderful breakfast in bed and a great plant to help decorate his new office. Looks like he is enjoying it.
1st day of School
We sent dad and his staff this beautiful cake for the first day of school. He said it was the best cake he has ever had.
The first day went great. He gave an inspirational speech to all the kids outside (weather BEAUTIFUL) then talked to the parents. Board members were there and everyone was excited about the new year and all the great changes happening.
Every time we get an email he is just goin and blowin (but if you know dad this is nothing new). He is having the time of his life. Just can't wait for mom to get there.
~Jody
Sunday, August 10, 2008
News from dad
Well dad called Sat. to congratulate Jana on her graduation. He was working VERY hard but loving every minute of it. Still no Internet but they are working on it. The board treated the staff and family to a WONDERFUL day at a resort playing games, good food, and get to know ya time. Dad even tried his feet at Soccer but the altitude got the better of him (you know it must have been bad for him to admit that!)
Mom and the kids and I are in Corpus and having a great time. Although, it is never the same without dad!
Here are some highlight pictures from a much needed vacation... ENJOY DAD.
Love
Jody
A highlight for the weekend for Wyatt was hunting crabs at night.
Nothing better than a snow-cone on a hot day at the beach.
At Jana's Graduation, we are so proud of her!
My favorite shot of the weekend. How long are they going to let me take this picture?
Tomey's dog Hercules, was so much fun to play with. He would stay in the water all day. Much like his partner in crime here, Wyatt.
Crab hunting. None big enough to eat.
Mom took Lexie into the ocean. SHE was NOT thrilled!
MUD FIGHT!
Jana is such a good sport. She let me take some maternity shots of her on the beach. Isn't she beautiful!! I love the way they turned out.
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Hi everyone:
Just want to apologize for no recent communication. Carl is up to his eyeballs getting ready for his first day of school. Hiring new teachers, class schedules, student handbook, faculty handbook, on and on. School starts Mon. the 11th and today was the first day for the faculty. As late as Mon. and Wed. of this week he was picking up teachers at the airport. All from the states. They all sounded very diversified and interesting. A lady 74 returning to teach after some traveling, a young married couple of only 1 year, on and on. So he has been under a very tight schedule but, as those of you who know Carl, he thrives under pressure. He also had his first school board meeting and despite a little language differences, (most speak beautiful English), he said it went great. He is very impressed with the board and their attitude toward the school and acceptance of him. Soooo, all is great in Cochabamba! His communication with the blog will resume after Mon. and his first meeting with all his new students. He will be on cloud nine I am sure, as the first day of school is always one of his best days as an educator!
Jody and I are headed to Corpus Christi for Jana's graduation from Texas Tech. with her Master Degree in Psychology, (I am living my other life thru her). We are so proud of her. Tomey is parking his travel trailer at the beach for us. His trailer is nicer than Carl and my first apt. in college. It will be a needed rest from the last few weeks, as long as another hurricane Dolly doesn't come thru. If it does Jody, the kids, and I will blog you from somewhere in Canada!!
Have a great weekend everyone!
Just want to apologize for no recent communication. Carl is up to his eyeballs getting ready for his first day of school. Hiring new teachers, class schedules, student handbook, faculty handbook, on and on. School starts Mon. the 11th and today was the first day for the faculty. As late as Mon. and Wed. of this week he was picking up teachers at the airport. All from the states. They all sounded very diversified and interesting. A lady 74 returning to teach after some traveling, a young married couple of only 1 year, on and on. So he has been under a very tight schedule but, as those of you who know Carl, he thrives under pressure. He also had his first school board meeting and despite a little language differences, (most speak beautiful English), he said it went great. He is very impressed with the board and their attitude toward the school and acceptance of him. Soooo, all is great in Cochabamba! His communication with the blog will resume after Mon. and his first meeting with all his new students. He will be on cloud nine I am sure, as the first day of school is always one of his best days as an educator!
Jody and I are headed to Corpus Christi for Jana's graduation from Texas Tech. with her Master Degree in Psychology, (I am living my other life thru her). We are so proud of her. Tomey is parking his travel trailer at the beach for us. His trailer is nicer than Carl and my first apt. in college. It will be a needed rest from the last few weeks, as long as another hurricane Dolly doesn't come thru. If it does Jody, the kids, and I will blog you from somewhere in Canada!!
Have a great weekend everyone!
Saturday, August 2, 2008
Friday, August 1, 2008
A note from Joeline (the wife left behind)
Just a quick note to let you all know Carl now has a phone in the apartment and the school gave him a cell phone. He called tonight and as wonderful as it was to talk to him, we are going to continue to communicate via the Internet, web-cam and mic. The telephone calls cost about $1-$2 per min. His Internet, as Jody said is not connected at the apartment yet, seems things progress a little slower in Bolivia. Not that it is a bad thing, for those of you who know Carl personally he needs to slow down. He is like a 45 record in a 78 record world. Now I know there are many of you who have no idea what I am talking about, but hats off to those of you who do!!!!! He sounded very happy and excited at the challenge of a new school and getting everything ready for a new school year. Couldn't stop talking about the weather and how beautiful everything is. Said I would go crazy over all the fruit. Now being a California girl from the San Joaquin Valley, (Fruit Basket of the World) it all sounded like home to me. Only it will be the Andes instead of the Sierras. He said the air is crystal clear, evidently they don't have air pollution yet. Even though it is winter there, everything is still very green. Big farmers market every Sat. just down the street from our apt. Anxious to get there and sample the food. Carl says he has had some of the best meals he has ever eaten since he has been there. Now we have had some pretty good eats in our travels, and it is hard to beat our Texas friends, Gary and Cara's ribs, so the food must be great. He said one of the School Board members told him,
"Bolivians don't eat to live, they Live To Eat"! Think I will fit right in!
Here are Carl's phone numbers apt.591-444-87786 or his cell phone 591-722-45709
I will join Carl as soon as I sell the house, my retail business, my art gallery, and help deliver our son's first baby. I told Jody this afternoon, "I know I said this 18 years ago when we moved from our beloved ski resort home in Ariz. to Texas, (I was in the same situation) that I would never do this again". Well, I really mean it this time!!" Boy is Carl going to own me big time!!!!
Just a quick note to let you all know Carl now has a phone in the apartment and the school gave him a cell phone. He called tonight and as wonderful as it was to talk to him, we are going to continue to communicate via the Internet, web-cam and mic. The telephone calls cost about $1-$2 per min. His Internet, as Jody said is not connected at the apartment yet, seems things progress a little slower in Bolivia. Not that it is a bad thing, for those of you who know Carl personally he needs to slow down. He is like a 45 record in a 78 record world. Now I know there are many of you who have no idea what I am talking about, but hats off to those of you who do!!!!! He sounded very happy and excited at the challenge of a new school and getting everything ready for a new school year. Couldn't stop talking about the weather and how beautiful everything is. Said I would go crazy over all the fruit. Now being a California girl from the San Joaquin Valley, (Fruit Basket of the World) it all sounded like home to me. Only it will be the Andes instead of the Sierras. He said the air is crystal clear, evidently they don't have air pollution yet. Even though it is winter there, everything is still very green. Big farmers market every Sat. just down the street from our apt. Anxious to get there and sample the food. Carl says he has had some of the best meals he has ever eaten since he has been there. Now we have had some pretty good eats in our travels, and it is hard to beat our Texas friends, Gary and Cara's ribs, so the food must be great. He said one of the School Board members told him,
"Bolivians don't eat to live, they Live To Eat"! Think I will fit right in!
Here are Carl's phone numbers apt.591-444-87786 or his cell phone 591-722-45709
I will join Carl as soon as I sell the house, my retail business, my art gallery, and help deliver our son's first baby. I told Jody this afternoon, "I know I said this 18 years ago when we moved from our beloved ski resort home in Ariz. to Texas, (I was in the same situation) that I would never do this again". Well, I really mean it this time!!" Boy is Carl going to own me big time!!!!
No internet yet
So sorry, but dad does not have Internet in the new apartment yet. So he can't post or send emails.
Just thought I would let his faithful Peeps know. I can't believe how many hits this blog has had. That is really great.
Hopefully by this weekend we will hear from him. I know the kids are really missing him.
THANKS
Jody
Just thought I would let his faithful Peeps know. I can't believe how many hits this blog has had. That is really great.
Hopefully by this weekend we will hear from him. I know the kids are really missing him.
THANKS
Jody
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)