Sunday, September 21
The Day After
Well, I survived yesterday’s rain. It took six buckets, two brooms, and the strength of a Bengal Tiger but I did it. Vivi came over last night and gave me some tough girl advice, telling me to suck it up until I have enough money to fix the roof. We came to the conclusion that I should stick it out here for at least month, or until I have a more accurate feel for the place. As for my general mistrust of the residents, well, that too will take time. Clearly we are both operating off of stereotypes. They think I’m a rich, aloof, gringo, and I think they are poor, uneducated, thieves. While there is some grain of truth to this pigeonhole, we are both operating under extremes. Only through a beer, a round of soccer, an opportunity to share an experience – will these typecasts be revealed for the oversimplifications that they are. I just hope this will happen before one of us does something stupid.
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WHAT UP THOUGH.... Sorry I have been off in my own little world lately, but good to see you are surviving.... hope to some day talk to you again my friend.
E-Rock
Damn, boyo. I'm glad you've had awhile to let your expectations shift. Were I to find myself in your snowballing series of predicaments, I don't think I would have the same level of sticktoit-iveness. I would probably have been robbed and stabbed long ago :)
But no, really. Whatever keeps motivating you through this must be pretty big. I'd love to come visit you when you don't have holes in your ceiling.
And your girly's muito cute. Way to go!
E-Rock! Yeah! You're still alive. Glad you stopped in my friend.
Maow! Come visit! Come visit!
I can totally empathise about the water situation Leo. The first night we moved in it pissed down with rain and we were confronted with a swimming pool at thj far end of the bedroom. It's been "fixed" now but the rain still gets in, albeit not quite so much now.
The end of the bedroom is always dirty with muck coming through the wooden ceiling. It's like the sparrows are walking around up there with pick-axes.
Apparantly this is common in old coberturas.
But I guess I'm still better off than you - at least I don't have potentially dodgy neighbours.
Greg
Leo... you have been a very busy boy! I'm happy to hear that you are in relationship bliss in contrast to the other aspects of your life. I liked the bit on hair from a girl's perspective... and I've been watching a lot of "The Dog Whisperer" lately, and it reminds me of the episode where Cesar goes back to Mexico to try and help change some of the conditioned thinking about dogs. Big contrast to how we baby our dogs in the US. Still, in a world where you're concerned about your safety, a yapping dog is probably the first line of defense against people who are attempting to break in or vandalize your home. Maybe you should invest in a good set of earplugs and a rottweiler?
You've hit a nice stride in your voice (in the blog;) maybe I noticed that more because I read several posts at once, but I'm liking the tone and pace of your writing.
Good luck with the renovations. Home ownership can really be a hassle no matter what type of home that you own, but those views you have are really no joke. It's got to be kind of fun to have such a large canvas to get creative with... maybe you should make like Robinson Crusoe and find some indigenous materials with which to patch up the roof?
Or not... :P
Either way, be well and I wish you many more of those beautiful Sundays.
Well, after visiting your place yesterday I can understand the attraction. The view from your windows is incredible, the house is a good size with plenty of potential and, to be honest, the area isn't that big and is quite secluded, so I think you'll be accepted by the locals in no time.
Mind you, your legs are going to be pumped up like Popeye's arms walking up that hill everyday to go anywhere.
Maybe we can get together on Sunday (with the girls), I'll bring the TV over as well (just try to stay clear of Fausto - for your own sanity!)
The Dog Whisperer...my mother loves that show. And isn't it funny that dogs have a culture too. Brazilian dogs, mexican dogs, they all act a bit different. I have a cat outside my window that constantly yells, "Pao, Pao, Pao", which exactly sounds like the word for bread in Portuguese. Makes me think that in the ghetto, even the pets are hungry. Great to see you plug in!
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