It’s been a month now since we experienced the home
invasion. We’ve come a long way in that
month.
I’ll try to make this as short as possible. I got up at 7am, took a shower, ate a bowl of
cereal and by 8:05 we were waiting on the corner for Wilson.
Teresa made a call and then informed me he’s sleeping. Strike one!
We took a taxi and bus to the finca – I gave each of the black dogs a
couple of the new dog biscuits – and we arrived by 10am. No one brought the materials for the
sideroad. Strike two! No one came to pick up the things remaining
in the finca – strike three! While we
were waiting Teresa mopped the floor several times and burned some garbage. I brought the small fan down from the loft
area. I’m real glad I had my Nook with
me or I would have been bored out of my mind.
Teresa put me on the phone with Lucas Rave the director of
the school - Idiomizar. His English was very good although he said he
has never been to the US. He explained that Laura would take classes
from Monday thru Friday for 90 minutes each day for 300,000 pesos per
month. For some reason, because she has
already had some classes, he then said it would only be 280mil per month. I understand their instructors are from the US, England,
Canada and Colombia. I explained my concern that they concentrate
on her pronunciation because there’s a big difference between “chit” and “shit”
although they sound almost the same.
We left at 5:30 and I gave each of the black dogs another
dog biscuit. Then Tony and Peter showed
up and there was a near fight amongst the 4 dogs. Tony and Peter followed us all the way down
to the highway even though Teresa repeatedly yelled at them to go back. I chased them up the hill several times and
they just came back down when I did.
Mario arrived in his 4-wheel drive SUV and while Teresa was talking to
him 4 buses passed that we could have taken.
Finally, Mario opened his back door and Teresa asked me to put the dogs
in back. I understand he drove up the
hill and released them at the top. A few
minutes later they were back. A bus
arrived but as we were getting on the dogs were right there next to us in the
highway. Teresa asked the bus driver to
wait a minute but after a few seconds he pulled away. I got the dogs to go back up the hill a bit
but they kept following me back. I
spanked each of them once or twice and that kept them from at least getting too
close to us. Once I threw a rock at Tony
and he moved back but Peter thought it was a game and just chased the
rock. Finally, 30 minutes later, they
were distracted by something, another bus arrived and we got on before they
could catch up to us.
Teresa told me that Mario would take the dogs – that’s a
relief – if it’s true.
At Envigado I stopped at
Frisby and picked up food while Teresa went on to the apartment.
I understand we’re going to try all of this again on Monday. Tomorrow the fridge and wi-fi are supposed to
come so we’ll see how that works out.
T-shirt of the day: Trouble maker.
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