If you want to live in the middle of a carnival - come visit us! We are trying to figure out just how long this celebration lasts. We had such anticipation of accomplishing something today because we actually had someone's car. First stop was a place where we could by hardware stuff but while we were looking for garage cans, light bulbs, iron, etc the man who rented the apartment called and said if he did not have a contract signed by noon we would have to move. So we unloaded our cart, not knowing if we would be out on the street looking for another apartment or not. The area office was handling the apartment leases for us. So the church real estate lady did not give them the right contract for the apartment and they were angry that a contract had not been signed. So we met we the lessee and his mother at the East Mission office for two hours wondering where we could find someplace to live. Some of the couples here have two bedroom apartments so they called to offer us their extra bedrooms. The car we were using was the missionaries and they needed it so we were transportation less again. They say it is not safe to use any of the pubic transportation. If you have any problem with six or more people in the back of a little taxi that looks like a demo derby car you would have a difficult time getting anywhere. There are some buses where the same rules apply - stack them deep and sell them cheap.
Finally got the problems worked out and we still had someplace to live! The landlord and his mother brought us home and reassured us that life in the Caribbean is to be lived one day at a time.
These people don't know what stress is - they don't even know what road rage is. That's probably a good thing because there would be mass murders here on the roads with the way they drive.
Brown eyes, brown straight long hair, and various shades of brown skin is the standard here!
The women usually hug and the men do to - which is funny if you know how Scott is with hugging. Closing out for now because I keep erasing this.
Finally got the problems worked out and we still had someplace to live! The landlord and his mother brought us home and reassured us that life in the Caribbean is to be lived one day at a time.
These people don't know what stress is - they don't even know what road rage is. That's probably a good thing because there would be mass murders here on the roads with the way they drive.
Brown eyes, brown straight long hair, and various shades of brown skin is the standard here!
The women usually hug and the men do to - which is funny if you know how Scott is with hugging. Closing out for now because I keep erasing this.
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