Wow, thanks for checking back in after I've been sitting over here in the dark for so long. Needless to say we are looking for a new internet service provider, but that will take as long as everything else does here. Reminder: 34th least developed country in the world.
We got our stuff! Some of it anyway. After not seeing or hearing about our household effects for FOUR months, Friday I came home, after picking up kids from school, and there was a flatbed truck containing two containers! We have six more to come! We happily unpacked laundry detergent and art supplies and books and our very own dishes and waaaaaaay too many shoes, all of which will be ruined by the sand here, or will fall into comas in the closet, to emerge in two years unworn and out of style. Unpacking our stuff I had the weirdest reaction: homesickness for Portland. While we are just camping in the house it didn't seem like we really moved here, having cookbooks from the Reed College Place kitchen and paintings show up seems so radical: a misplacement, a "These don't go here," feeling.
Meanwhile, it's almost Thanksgiving and we are wearing flip-flops everyday. The kids say the water in the pool is getting cold. The swim instructor said no one really takes lessons until February, when it starts warming up. Babies wear woolen hats now. Today's high: a chilly 95 degrees.
