it’s tuesday. thursday is the packing party (i went last year and there was a lot of packing and very little party. i mean a party involves food, drinks, a pinata — frivolity. if your idea of a party is stephanie barking, “stuff that small vitamin bottle in there. don’t make me come over there and do it for you,” then okay. party on.). and saturday we load up the plane and head south.
at homes across the metro right now, tables are covered in clothes, bug spray, ear plugs, cipro, skeeter nets, snacks (very important), and myriad other things. malaria medicine started a week and a half ago. preparations are well underway.
based on what i’ve been told we’re working in more than one nicarawan* village this year and the construction projects include roof repair, roof installation, or something that involves a ladder and being off the ground such that you could potentially end up in the medical clinic run by the folks who aren’t getting up on the roof. (insert shingles joke here.)
temps, low 90’s. (think i’ll just let that little tidbit hang in the air for a bit.)
*in nicarawa, they don’t seem to pronounce the hard “g” so it comes out nicarawa…and we drink awa.
