Our Mexico Life

I believe, that despite a slow start, I have over the past seven years become quite accustomed to Mexican culture – the apathy (at times), the celebration (at other times), the chronic lack of punctuality (all the time), and while it is quite often very different than living in the United States, it has become home (for a while) and all of the above seem completely normal and a part of every day life. However, every once in a while – maybe due to a full moon or the roll of the tides – something will surprise me, snap me out of the routine of every day life and remind me that I live in Mexico!

Yesterday, following hours of sweating in the heat, I decided to step out on to our balcony hoping, praying (!) to catch a waft of the breeze to cool me off! I glanced down our dirt street, and there, relaxing in the middle of the puddle, uh hum, pond, left from the prior evening’s rain was . . . yes, a bull. Horns and all.




Pablo and I watched the movie “Nacho Libre” the other night – ok, that’s a bit of a stretch – we watched it over a period of three nights after Soph took her last bottle, we finished painting walls and fell exhausted into bed. We only lasted about half an hour each night, so it was kind of like a Nacho Libre marathon over the course of three nights. But none of that is important . . . what is important is this: the movie was so different and so much better than I ever expected. I pretty much rolled my eyes at Pablo when he brought it home from Blockbuster, but after the first five minutes, I was hooked! It was sooo cute and the characters so hilarious each in their own quirky and ironic way. But what really made me fall in love with the movie was Chancho, the young orphan boy whose dark brown puppy dog eyes, pudgy cheeks, little pout and huge heart immediately drew squeals from Pablo and I as we both saw Chancho’s likeness to our own little puppy-dog-eyed, pudgy-cheeked, little-pouted, huge-hearted daughter! Perhaps a few pounds less, an opposite gender and an age difference by about 7 years, 9 months and a few days – but Chancho and Sophia (a.k.a. Chancha) are nearly twins!




In house news . . . we got the kitchen painted last night. Not sure that the pictures make it look as pretty as it actually is! But we’ve got lots of color packed into this little place, and I love it! Slowly but surely . . .



And the excitement of the week with Sophie – she has found her tongue! Hilarious – it seems to spend more time out of her mouth than in it the last few days! Luckily, she hasn’t yet learned how to be sassy with it! She just peeks it out here, there and everywhere! You have to look for it!