According to my calculations, I owe y'all thousands and thousands of words by now since this here blog has been silent many a day. I figure what they say is true, so am making up for my debt with a grip of pictures, all taken in the last few days--with several momentous occasions gone undocumented. C'est la vie.
We arrived at the beginning of a two-day strike. Four foreigners with more than four suitcases in a semi-dodgy neighborhood during a strike isn't exactly ideal, but ignorance was bliss in this fortunate case where the city was quiet whilst we made it inside safely.
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| Strike day in the city = burning tires. And residue thereof all over our floors. |
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| Although Josh was getting a bit stir-crazy, the kiddos found ways to entertain. |
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| Strike over, we got to visiting all our gente here. Max had a friend over. They helped out in the kitchen. |
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| Erika, head chef and a youth year of service living with us. We sho' are lucky! |
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| Marvelous Mimi kept pets alive & Erika company for the last week before we arrived. |
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Zora got in some story time with her Baba David via Skype & online story books. |
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| Spent the weekend in the capital at a conference: "Jovenes Construyendo Comunidad" (Youth Building Community) |