Yes, typical days for us in Mexico are a little different!

Some days iguanas fall out of trees. Truly. You hear a loud "bam" and it's an iguana. Some days guys come down the street and want the coconuts out of your tree, so they climb INTO your tree. With bare feet, a rope, an incredible amount of skill. Shirtless. Sweaty if it's hot. To clarify, I'd be dead if that was my job. Well, first off I wouldn't be able to get 2' up it so technically not dead since I'd only fall 2'. The arrangement was he clean the coconut trees and take the coconuts to sell as payment (I DID not make these arrangements, my Spanish would have him taking my car or me selling them for him or some other misconstrued arrangement)

I decide I should probably buy some from him, as I thought the kids may enjoy a coconut. While technically I probably should not be buying them (they are in our yard, so our coco's) I can't help but want to support people. So I gave him a coke. And some pesos. Let's back up, surprised I, Heidi Hamlin, has a coke in her fridge-yeah-me too. Lorin wanted kids to try a coke made in Mexico (they have real sugar and are way better). So I had him use his machette to open up 3 of them and yum. Our kids thought this was the BEST DAY EVER. I've never seen kids so happy about drinking from a real coconut. At one point Etta was jumping up and down.

So was I later when I put that coconut to real use....

Now, while all this is going on. I've gone to a store and while unpacking groceries, maybe even some Cuban rum, I have a peekaboo view of a black dog running down our street. We live out in the residential area, across from an Ecological zone so very quiet, not many people. And not many black dogs. Black is not a common dog color in Mexico. Yep. It was ours. The neighbor has a black puppy too so she let Hugo out to play. "Si, esta bien." Finally I bring Hugo in, I mean it's taken me already an hour to unpack my groceries already... when I hear a big truck which typically means someone is delivering something. Sure enough, "buenos dias, necisita gas?". "Buenos dias". Buenos Dias". I did mention before, the door bell in Mexico is someone yelling through your gate. I go out there and don't know who to answer first. The gas guy? Did someone call you? Do we not have gas? Yikes. I dunno. Oh and you over here have water, yes, I need water. Those are my jugs over there. I need to pay you? Yes, let me get money. "O, cuanto cuesta por 2 garrafon's"? Y Senora, what do you need? Do I need tattoo's? No, I do not need tattoos. Meanwhile, kids yelling, "THIS IS THE BEST COCONUT". Wow. Not a dull day. We ended with a second meal "para llevar", or to-go from a small hidden pizza place, next to the Highway with a cute patio and a wood buring oven. Oh and banana pina colida's. And the kids gleefully talking in between bites of pork, avocado pizza or magherita pizza about what a great day it was. And "yes momma, let's stay an extra month!" Today brings School in the morning and a Valentine fiesta in the afternoon. They will start a small language class next week with 2 Mexican girls who speak no English, 1 gringa that is 11 years old who speaks no Spanish and our two kids. They were invited to come to their "dia de los enamorados" party today to meet the others. We have snacks from Estados Unidos to share. I'm pretty sure when Joshua gets some of the Mexican sweets he will be ready to move here.