I got up once during the night at 4:30am, it took a little
while to fall back asleep then I slept until 8am.
For some reason the hot water heater didn’t work on the
shower this morning so all I really washed was my face. It’s a good thing we’re getting out of here
soon.
Teresa finally got in touch with Juan Carlos and I
understand we’ll be making a trip to the apartment today and another tomorrow.
We broke down the guest bed and one of the twin beds in
Laura’s room. I understand we’ll be
sleeping here in the finca again tonight.
I had Laura watch a Youtube video in Spanish for the Forearm
Forklift and then we practiced moving a mattress. I’m going to show it to Juan Carlos and
hopefully he will use it to move the mattresses and the washing machine.
The movers showed up at 12:30, a strong middle-aged man and
a young boy. I didn’t think the younger
one would be very strong but he pulled his weight. At 1:30 as soon as they left with the chess
table it started raining but it stopped a few minutes later. We left with our first load at 2:45. Teresa told me she would ride in the truck
and Laura and I would take the bus.
After a 15 minute wait and 4 buses passed Laura decided we would go to
Caldas first. When we finally arrived in
Envigado we stopped outside Exito and picked up ham sandwiches for the 3 of
us. I bought a couple cheese pastries
for the guys and then we stopped at a small store where we picked up a couple
beers for them.
I paid the guy with the truck 200,000 and each of the 2
workers 50mil.
By the time I got the beds set up I definitely needed a
shower. After setting up Laura’s bedroom
it was obvious there isn’t space for the 2nd bed.
Teresa and I took the bus back to the finca. For the first time it was raining by the time
we got off the bus. Teresa put on a
plastic poncho while I held the large umbrella for her. It was pouring actually. In the dark it was like walking upstream in a
creek. On the way down the hill, close
to the finca, Teresa fell on her butt but wasn’t hurt – just a little sore. I guess I had my shower just getting to the
finca. My shoes were soaked, my jeans
were wet from the knees down and my back was soaked. I no longer needed to take a shower – I just
needed to dry off.
T-shirt of the day: There is no finish line.
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