Culture shock.
I STILL am quite shocked by cold showers.... I am not sure I'll ever get used to that. I sometimes dread shower time... Pedro doesn't seem to mind. He showers two or three times a day. I guess that's wise because you get pretty dirty here from dust and even sweat. I can't get myself to shower quite as much as he does, it's just too cold!
It's pretty warm here, but it's winter. That means it rains. It's a warm rain, which I imagined to be much sweeter. I think it would be if it wasn't so strong. It's like the sky is shooting billions of water bullets on your roof... or self if you go outside.
I've moved into my apartment already. My street is made of mud. The only reason that bothers me is the way my flipflops flip dirt up the back of my leg. Flip flops have proven to be the most practical. They wash and dry easily. I usually wash my feet, and legs, whenever I arrive at Pedro's house. He usually drives me home, which is nice because I don't have to worry about the mud thing.
Would you like to meet some of my neighbors?
It seems people raise farms here even they don't have the yardage for it.
There are quite a few chickens. They look different than ours. Betyjane says because they are feed chemicals and hormones. They probably aren't overfed either. People don't worry about them getting stolen, but they must lock them up at night or something. I would worry about the stray dogs sneaking a mid-night snack.
My favorite was when I surprised by a family of pigs crossing the street. They are so funny. I see them all the time now. I'm starting to think I should give them names so I can greet them every morning.
I just keep thinking about how funny it is! I think about the times we "ooo" and "aww" over duck familes we see cross the street. Ducklings are darling, but a fat stocky family of pigs crossing your path is just hilarious.
