Cocos y Agua y...Scorpio

Yesterday was a fun, typical Mexican day. Not an uncommon thing, We ran out of water in the early morning. A water truck was called and a few hours later we heard "buenos dias" and let the guy in. (Most places in Mexico are fully secure with gates and locks, so the typical "door bell" is one that you yell out.) Once there, the poor guy had an audience. The kids set up chairs to watch the process. Joshua in particular loved it - we forget how easy it is to assume that every time we turn a faucet on there is water - especially from a kids perspective. After about 20-30 minutes tanks were filled and the water guy left so we turned back on the pumps and viola...no water. Ha. Again. Problem solving lesson 782. We reset the pump and viola. Still no water. Please keep in mind wiring and burying of wiring happen so differently in Mexico. We did our best to troubleshoot, but nope, the Hamlin Jovag clan could not solve the problem! So I sent a note to the Women renting us the house and she called a plumber. "He will be there at 2pm." No worries I tell her, I will be there with kids in School. Why oh why do I not remember my life previously in Mexico? At 2pm I promptly had mask on waiting. 2:15 I had mask on and waiting. 2:30 I had mask on and waiting...you are seeing the pattern? Anyhow he eventually came. He turned on garden hose. Turned on power to pump, which oddly is on other side of house, and repeated. It does not work. Finally he hits it with a wrench. It works. what the hell-I forgot about the hit it with a wrench method. So 24 hours later we still have water coming out of the faucets...hitting things do work! Note to self. Later that afternoon I heard something in the trees across the way from us. And there was this guy climbing up the coconut tree. I was so tempted to yell out, "hey throw me a coco". I was even more worried my kiddos really would.

We also caught this guy. Pretty sure Lorin lost a year of his life when he fell off the ceiling into the KiwiCrate box Joshua was working on. Mr. Scorpion now has a new home across the calle in an ecology zone. Is this what one calls, "biology" class? Ancient History class? Survival of the fittest? Whatever class we can link it into we will also now need to go throught the check your shoe for scorpion class.

Ahh yes, life is different around here.