Day 63

Our Land!!

In the future, hopefully sometime next year, my house will be on this property. Right now we are meeting with architects, drawing up plans, and writing down lists of what we want in a house.

Rent in this city is HIGH, and places to rent can be a bit tricky to find. After lots of prayer, advice, counsel, questions asked by us, answers given by many different people, we decided that building would be the best option for us.

I’m not looking forward to the process, but know it will be worth it all in the end. The neighborhood is nice, with a pretty plaza nearby. The police station is a few blocks away, so is a nice new hospital. It is known for being safe and family friendly.

We own land.

Eek!

Day 64

Miss Elena eating cereal for Sunday night supper. It’s the only day we allow them to eat any kind of sugary cereal they like. She is ready for bed in this picture wearing my t-shirt and a butterfly headband, which was removed before sleeping.

She is learning Spanish fast and pretending with us like she doesn’t speak a word of it. Sneaky girl.

Day 65 (I think?)

Lexi before getting her ears pierced.

She looks nervous, but it was quick and easy, with lots of screaming.

The big girls couldn’t bear to watch so I walked them around the pharmacy while Brian stayed with Miss Lexi. Then I rescued her when it was all done.

A young man working the cash register, about 18 years old I guess, came back to watch Lexi get her ears pierced, but as soon as she started to cry he left. “I can’t bear to see her cry!” he said. As soon as it was done he went back in to admire her new shiny earrings.

Another act of kindness to my children and I’m reminded again of why I love living in this country so much.

Day 73

Notice, Elena wearing her pj’s and “reading” a book while eating her lunch. That’s how I like to eat my lunch some days too. We all wear pajama’s for naptime, so she was getting ready. There is no sleeping in regular clothes here. (Is it even possible to sleep in regular clothes? How is that comfortable?)

Day 74

Learning Portuguese…or ‘porky-cheese’ as the girls call it.

Day 75

Our British “mates” (as they would say) taught us how to play cricket.

I don’t remember all the rules, I’m not very good at sports and all they entail, but I do remember that under NO CIRCUMSTANCE WHATSOEVER am I to compare the sport to baseball.

Because if you do compare the sport to baseball, your British friend may or may not threaten to throw you out of his house. (And he has a pool, so you really want to stay.)

Cricket.

The sport that is NOT like baseball.

Day 76

Day 77 – Foz with Friends

Day 78

Coxinha!

Day 77

Out to Lunch