So far we have had a pretty good day - it's five o'clock right now and it's getting close to supper time. Here in Mexico supper is around 6:30 - 7:00 (even later for lots of people), so that's why we're not quite eating yet.
Anyway, Caleb and I figured out a fire escape from our backyard a couple of days ago and forgot to put it on the blog so you can hear about it. So now let me tell you about it - we'll post some pictures down below.
We have a seven foot high gate that locks to go into our back yard from the garage area. You only have about 6 inches of space on one side and 10 inches of space on the other side (the roof is slanted). It kind of hurts your bladder when you climb over because it is so squishy up there. Caleb discovered it first - we were cleaning mud in the back yard when he went inside and when he came out he tried to climb over it - I was surprised he even tried, and I wanted to try it then too. After I did it Olivia tried it a few minutes later as well. So far she always tries to do it when she is wearing a dress and that makes it more difficult - one of these days she will do it when she is wearing pants. The problem is, she loves wearing dresses!
So far the food is tasting great out here - some of it even tastes better than at home. Thank you guys for all your prayers for us.
I'm sure we'll send more info about our life in the next few days!
A look at our very effective but somewhat insufficient washing machine for a family of five.
The kids enjoying some playground equipment at the ice-cream shop.
- Andrew
P.S. - The new soccer ball that we bought when we got here is already shot - the mystery of what happened is on!
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2 comments:
Hey Andrew....good job on the blog! fun to hear about your escape efforts. we're praying for you guys to find some friends and for school. hope you have a good day
love Auntie Dar
Here's a lead on the culprit who took out your soccer ball. There's a little guy known to hang out in those parts who has a long history of puncturing bike tires, flip flops, and soccer balls. I don't know his real name, but the locals call him "torito". Ask around and I'm sure they'll point him out to you.
Happy hunting!
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