Dios
Here we are again in Punta Gorda. We are still in training and we are getting anxious to be done and move to our permanent sites. We find out where we will be going at the end of this week.
We are working hard on our Ke'ekchi but it is very tough however, a little does seem to be coming thru to the neurons.
It has been very hot all over Belize and the rainy season seems to be lighter than normal according to the locals based on the flooding. Most of the rains hold off until the middle of the nite and the incredible crashing boomers just wake us out of our sleep enough to make us want to head for cover but we go right back to sleep.
The river flooded so bad last week that our fresh water spring was even covered up. It doesn't take long for it to go down enough for the fresh water to flow again thank goodness. We are seldom without children on our heals - anywhere from 3 - 7 little ones needing attention and the curiosity doesn't end. Some can sit and stare at us forever. They follow us to the rok i ha (spring) strip down, slide down the mud into the water laughing and screaming into the water. We try to use the river for our exercise space but some of the older kids will not leave us alone tugging and pulling at us the whole time. SPACE!!!!
Our diets are still challenged but the PC continues to bring us a supply of greens and fruits weekly. The other day we were served cua (tortillas) with a bowl of broth containing a chicken neck and chicken feet. We couldn't do it - it was like looking at the Wicked Witch of the West's hand coming out of the soup. The good news is the rest of the chicken was BBQ'd the next day and it is some of the best we have ever had.
The bugs are loving us and we look like we have chicken pox. We are working on different solutions and it is really the only thing that is frustrating. OK the toilet situation will always be an issue but it doesn't leave marks!
The jungle blooms all the time - right now we enjoy birds of paradise. It is forever green and very beautiful. We want to learn the names of all the plants but the locals don't seem to know. We have eaten hearts of palm (koon cabbage in these parts) and a dubious protein but sometimes it is better to leave it unidentified.
Gotta run
Trust all is well with ya'll
luff
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