Ok, I didn't memorize this one by heart (the spanish part of my blog title that is), I still have it in my notebook and for some reason find it too hard to memorize, but I thought it sounded so cool! Oh, what does it mean to those who do not speak much Spanish, like me. It means sorry for being late. I promised to post more pics (the next day after my last blog )of what's happening around here but failed to do so again. When my dh heard me repeat that phrase ( I was listening to a free Spanish podcast I got from Itunes, I found quite a few very helpful) he said that's the most important phrase for me!!! I didn't have anything around me to throw at him, so he had a good, hearty laugh. Here, in Panama, to be late would be even more magnified. Traffic is horrible and if I was a really crazy woman I'd be tracking all over Panama city with my munchkins and be always late. But I am a very precarious and frugal one so I stay in the apartment more than I go out. We did venture out to a huge Mall here-Albrook mall and ate lunch with my dh and his cowerkers and walked around in the humongous mall.
You never know how the traffic goes. Some schools here opened after a short winter break (2 weeks) and the traffic around 3 pm or 7am is pretty bad in front of our building, which is on the narrow street leading toward a large school we see from our porch. See the slideshow.
Last week we celebrated my dh's BD by going to a pizza place after dh got back from work. The pizza was really good and the owner used to live in the US and made great NY style pizza, thin crust and yummy. Same day we grieved with dh's cousin's family who lost their second born son-a young man who loved the Lord with all their heart. He drowned in a lake. It was hard for us to not be with my dh's family during that time. I don't know if it settled in my mind yet that Josh is gone. He always had a smile on hs face and was so good with younger kids. Even though we know he is in Jesus's presence he is sorely missed here. That is my main reason for not blogging. I just didn't have the heart to do anything.
We live on the 9th floor of a building after their parking levels and pool levels, counting 9 from there. So, we are pretty high. I don't like going out on the porch because it makes me dizzy. In close proximity to us there are building another tower (apartments). We can hear workers talk and the contruction noise is like our background noise we are trying to get used to. the windows don't provide any sound proofind. The floors in every house, apartment, office is tile. Because of the humidity here mold can easily form under carpets or linoleum. Tile is extremely hard to keep clean. It's not hard to clean, but it gets dusty and crummy in matter of half a day. The apartment come with a maid once a week. I filmed immediately as we got home just to remember how clean it can be. That same evening the floor was filthy and we don't wear shoes in the house. This is just one thing that bothers me here but I learned to relax. We don't have any visitors so I sort of slack on that.
We hope to go on a field trip with some Hsers Fri. Kids look forward to getting out of the apartment. We also hope someone will come swim at our pool tomorrow and play with the kids. It's been hard for the kids to stay in the apartment most of the day. But we've been watching the Olympics and trying to figure out what's going on since it is only broadcast here in Spanish. Today we can't even find the broadcast, oh life.
Our 2dd got published in the local paper with a short fiction story a few days after we left ( I sure hope to get that issue in paper form, not electronic format which I hope to be able to share with y'all ) and she was asked to try some non-fiction. I was going to use her description of Panama since I was too"busy" to blog but got convicted. I am going to post her Panama story in a separate blog after this one.
I think this is all my brain can produce at the moment. Kids have been waiting for me to take them to the pool and it rained in the meantime. Blessings. N
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