So the girls started school on a Monday. Their school requires that they ride the bus each way for security and traffic reasons. But we were still living in our temporary housing across town from where the bus was planning to pick them up at our permanent house in Barranca Lobosa. So, the weekend before school started, though our belongings had not yet arrived, we borrowed a van from the embassy, loaded up all of our stuff (suitcases, airfreight, etc), and moved ourselves across town. Here's the girls standing on our stairs the first morning of school.
The dog was pleased to have a bit of back yard to dig in.
So, our house is built on the side of a steep ravine
(barranco)
. Our front gate is at street level, but our house is one story down from that. So our poor movers had to unload everything in our carport, bring it down the stairs, through the courtyard, into the house, up the stairs, down a long hall, to finally get to our bedroom which is across the wall from the carport where they started.
This is our bedroom furniture. And that is our bedroom on the other side of that far wall. As they frequently say here in Mexico (translated for your convenience), "You can't get there from here."
So the girls started school on a Monday. Their school requires that they ride the bus each way for security and traffic reasons. But we were still living in our temporary housing across town from where the bus was planning to pick them up at our permanent house in Barranca Lobosa. So, the weekend before school started, though our belongings had not yet arrived, we borrowed a van from the embassy, loaded up all of our stuff (suitcases, airfreight, etc), and moved ourselves across town. Here's the girls standing on our stairs the first morning of school.
The dog was pleased to have a bit of back yard to dig in.
So, our house is built on the side of a steep ravine (barranco). Our front gate is at street level, but our house is one story down from that. So our poor movers had to unload everything in our carport, bring it down the stairs, through the courtyard, into the house, up the stairs, down a long hall, to finally get to our bedroom which is across the wall from the carport where they started.
This is our bedroom furniture. And that is our bedroom on the other side of that far wall. As they frequently say here in Mexico (translated for your convenience), "You can't get there from here." 
This post being followed by the August Food Update has illustrated to me that my house is papaya-colored.
ReplyDeleteYour house is completely awesome!! WOW. And, ironically, I love papaya. Just think of all the smelly lotions and soaps you can make with all the exotic and fashionable fruit you now have oodles of. Oooh and you could develop some great conditioner too. I am glad to hear your stuff has come!
ReplyDeleteThe house is pretty groovy. I keep living in these amazing and/or huge houses overseas. It makes going home to my little soulless suburban hut all the more agonizing.
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