The washing machine looks normal, but don’t be fooled. You put your clothes in, drag the hose over and fill it up with water. You put the soap in and turn it on. It washes the clothes. Then you take your clothes out and drain the machine. You put your clothes back in, drag the hose over and fill it up again. It rinses the clothes. Then you take your clothes out and drain the machine. You put your clothes back in and it spins. Then you take your clothes out and hang them on the line. And THAT is laundry.
It was a moot point yesterday when I brought my clothes down to take a stab at it, because the water in this part of the village was turned off. Ms. Ida washed all my clothes in a bucket while I was at school, and you know that dream where you accidentally go to school or work in your underwear? Well, you can imagine my horror when I walked up the dirt road with all the school kids to find my underwear strung up all over the yard! OMG.
Saturday morning (I was still up at 6am- its what they DO on this little road here, unfortunately) I unpacked all my clothes, folded and organized, and repacked while listening to “strike it up” on the karaoke bar speakers next door. There is always music playing, on every street at some house from sunrise to sunset. I sort of like it, though it was eventually replaced mid-morning my trusty ipod. The temperature was about 80 degrees at 9am with a slight breeze, not a cloud in sight, and all the birds were chirping. It was the perfect Saturday morning, and it did not involve magazines or coffee at Borders. Imagine. (Although I could have used a nice Sprinky or two.
At about 10:30, I walked the mile to Antonia’s house and helped her put her own laundry on the line before Belizean cooking lesson #2. She had me cut up cabbage, cucumber and tomato for the coleslaw using the one and only knife in the house- imagine peeling delicate fruits and veggies, and also chopping chicken bones, and also fixing the shower in the bathroom with this, because those are all things we did today with this magical knife which has no handle and was embarrassingly hard on my little white no-calloused hands:
Other things I did today:
- Rode across hammock bridge on the back of Ricardo’s motorcycle
- Visited 3 stores in San Ignacio in search of cranberry juice
- Watched all the Mennonite kids swim in the river- right off the bridge we crossed everyday on the way to Santa Familia
- Ate bbq chicken
- Visited the San Ignacio farmer’s market
- Saw a sign that read, Today’s Special: pig foot soup & tortilla
Things I can’t live without:
- My little tiny blush mirror- it’s how I get ready every morning and the only mirror in the house
- Beth Moore devotional
- Off bug spray
- Floor fan
- The OC
- Tea Tree oil
- Granola bars
- Emails and comments from friends and family- easily the most anticipated moment of my day