José is sick :-(

Yesterday, about 1:00 PM, José, our best worker, came and told Juan he was in pain and needed to go home.  We took him to his house and gave him L100 (about $5.00 USD) in case he went to the ER.  When we called to check on him he said the ER doctor referred him to the hospital in Tocoa because there is no surgeon in Trujillo.  Tocoa is about an hour away by car, about two hours away by bus, over some of the worst roads you will ever see. 

My SIL, Magda, is a nurse in Tocoa, so Macho Man called her.  She says there is only one surgeon on Tocoa, and he is on vacation.  The next nearest surgeon is in La Ceiba, about 3 hours by car,  4-6 by bus, depending on which bus you take.  I think the best deal is for us to put down the back seats in the Xterra and take him ourselves. We'll see.

When Juan called about 9 PM, José told him the pain was coming back, but he was going to try and ride it out until Monday, when the surgeon gets back off vacation.  I am really afraid this young man has a hernia, and I am not sure he can wait until Monday.

If José needs surgery, he will need to stay off work for 4-6 weeks.  We will continue to pay at least a part of his salary so his wife and child won't do without.  We are trying to figure out how to work around him, so we can continue with the construction.  For sure, he will have a job when he is able to return to work.

The next time you want to complain about long waits at the doctor's office, stop and be thankful that you have a doctor close by, not six hours away.  If you need surgery, most likely your need can be met at your local hospital.  If you need to go to another hospital for treatment, and it is far away, most likely you will be transported by ambulance, not told to take the bus for a six hour trip. 

I ask you to pray for José.

Americans are blessed

Another Update on La Casa de Sueños

We have reached several milestones on in construction since the last time I posted on the subject.  We have all but finished the painting.  I'm just waiting for a dry day to go do the trim outside.  Juan has started making the window frames.

Marvin and Jose have learned to cut ceramic tile and lay them.



 

Jose learned how to cut the tile to fit around the columns




The finished job on the balcony floor

The real owner of the house inspects the finished job on the balcony floor

The welder has designed the railings for the balcony and for the security bars over the windows.These railings don't come prefab. The welder has to puut together all the pieces so they fit the space exactly nd everything is on center.



We were very pleased with the design the welder produced.  The only change is that we want the paint changed from glossy to matte

This is a close up of the medalions.  This is a security bar, so the medalions are on every otherd upright.  On the balcony railings they are on every third upright.



This is approximately how the security bars on the windows will look

Today MM started laying the tile in the great room. 



We laid out almost the whole living room floor last night; played with  tile, and moved tile.  This pattern is too busy.  This pattern doesn't show off the decorative tiles.  At 7 PM we said, Eureka, this is it!!!!

We are blessed



A Garífuna Mass

Last Sunday Macho Man, Don Miguel and my Sister-in-law decided to go to the 6:30 PM Mass at the cathedral.  When we got there we found out it was to be a Garífuna Mass.  These Masses are held on the second Sunday of every month.

The Garífuna are the descendants of slaves brought from St. Vincent to Central America in 1797 and the local indians.  They were off-loaded on Roatan, an island off the coast of Honduras, or were either thrown overboard or were the victims of the shipwreck of two slave ships, actions taken by the British to prevent an uprising against English settlers on St. Vincent.  They have retained their Arawak language and much of their African culture.  The Spanish forced their conversion to Catholicism but couldn't change their form of worship.

The Mass started with Garífuna music, sung in their own language and accompanied by maracas, tambourines, and wooden drums topped with animal skins, tuned by tightening or loosening straps wrapped around the drums.  There was a lot of clapping, dancing in place, and joyful noise.  You could not help getting caught up in the joy and celebration.  Even the scriptures were read in Garífuna.  I was surprised to find that while I couldn't understand the words to the Lord's Prayer, I knew what was being said and could pray it in English.

Father Felipe conducted his homily and the celebration of the Eucharist in Spanish, which I could understand a little better.  When the bread and the wine were brought to the alter it was done with dancing, waving of palm fronds, singing, and the offering of bowls and cups made of coconut hulls, bread made from cassava flour.  It was truly a celebration!

We were made to feel we were part of the congregation.  When the sign of Christ's Peace was given, many many people came to us and wished us La Paz de JesuCristo.  When the Mass was ended, many people came to us and expressed their thanks for joining them and asked us to join them for worship in August.

I left worship feeling a spirit of joy and jubilation that is hard to describe.  I felt I had neen taught a lesson in the extent of the love of God.  My knowledge base was broadened.  I came away feeling more convinced than ever that there are many ways to worship and God loves them all.

We are blessed.

My Fourth of July in Trujillo

Today one of my friends asked if I had seen the American Flag flying from the old American Embassy in Trujillo..  Red-faced, I had to ask where the Old American Embassy was located.  When she told  me it was close to Johnny Glynn's store, I thought I knew where it was.  MM hauled me downtown to find it, and as we approached El Centro, there it was, The Stars and Stripes, fluttering in the breeze.  It was so good to see it, and it made me so proud of who I am.

As luck would have, the Flag was flying from the balcony of Mr.  Glynn's house.  MM has known Mr. Glynn all his life, and I met Mr. Glynn at the grand opening of the new eco-park on Guaimoreto Lagoon.  Mr. Glynn made a really big mistake at the grand opening; he told me anytime I wanted anything, let him know.  Anybody who knows me well knows I am a history buff; and Mr. Glynn is the man to see about history in Trujillo. . 

Mr. Glynn closes his store at 11:30 AM to 2 PM, so he and his employees can have lunch and a siesta.  At 2:10 PM I was in the store, talking to him.   Thank goodness, he speaks perfect English.  He is the second generation of Glynns born in New Orleans and reared in Trujillo.  He is one of the wealthiest men in Trujillo, and I really did not expect him to spend any time with me.  I was surprised when he invited me into his home and we talked about 30 minutes.

Then he gave me a wonderful surprise.  He looked for a copy of a dissertation done by Taylor E. Mack when he was working on his PhD in the Department of Geography and Anthropology at LSU.  He told me he has never let anyone take this book out of his house, and he let ME bring it home to read!  Me! a person he barely knows.  I am so honored.

So, tonight we are going to have hamburgers, potato salad and refritos for supper and watch fireworks on TV.  We are going to go to devotions with a group of young people here on a mission trip. And I am going to start reading Ephemeral Hinterlands and the Historical Geography of Trujillo, Honduras, 1525 - 1950,  A Dissertation.

I am having a wonderful Fourth of July..

We are blessed

Finally, We Are Painting!

It finally stopped raining and the painting began this week, after a slow start.  Jose and Marvin started on the soffits and are painting the trim and columns that I cannot reach.

 I'm pretty sure OSHA wouldn't approve of this maneuver, either.  That is Jose hanging over the edge of the house painting the soffits.  Marvin is sitting on the roof ridge hanging onto the rope Jose has around his waist..  By about 8:30 we had to flatten a box for him to lay on because the lamina was so hot.



Macho Man and I started on the west side of the house because it is shady and cool in the morning, especially when there is a breeze and there is a breeze most of the time.  The paint is a little darker than we thought we had chosen. ..  It is still a very Caribbean color and I like it.  MM is a little hesitant because it is PINK.  He asked Jose how he liked the colors and the answer was, "Casi me gusto."  (I almost like it).  Very diplomatic, don't you think?

We were able to finish the front of the house and both sides Monday.  You can see where Marvin was cutting in the darker color along the top of the posts.  It, too, is darker than what I expected, but we'll keep it.  These are colors we see in our sunsets almost every evening.

We got this far Wednesday before we ran out of paint.  We can't go any further until we can go to Tocoa and pick up more of this lighter color.  Macho Man says we may need more of the dark coral.

This is the front.  It is easy to see the contrast between the two paint colors up top.  We will paint the bottom arches when we get the rest of the paint.  That will happen next week.

Wednesday I painted the powder room.  Jose really didn't like that color.  No, I'm not adding a picture of the powder room.  You can see it when I finish it.

This is our bedroom.  The boys got to the house early and decided not only to cut in the paint, but to paint halfway down the walls.  That made it easy for me to finish this room today.  I can't believe I didn't picture of the finished product.

My next job is the great room.  I have to pick out the color this weekend so we can get started next week.

The boys' next job is to take this wire and staple it all around the house here.

The screen goes from the top of the wall to the bottom of the lamina all the way around the house.  This is to keep the critters out of the attic space whether they have two, four, six, or eight legs, or slither around on their stomachs.  The power stapler gave out today, so the boys will have to use the hand stapler.

 I don't know how they will staple the wire here, because this is directly over this

But Macho Man says they will use this, with Jose on the ladder and Marvin holding it steady.

We are blessed

The Walls are Plastered, The Water Is In

             

The  walls of the second floor are plastered, inside and out, front and back.  All the columns are plastered.  Macho Man says they are ready for paint, so in the next week or so I plan to be over there with my equipment and the paint and get started. 

                                

If you look closely, you can see the blocks on the first floor have not been plastered.  They will be, but not right now.

                                  

                                            Here you can see how smooth this plaster is.

                                 

The plaster is put right up against the electrical boxes and the window frames.  Jose is so particular about his work that he makes sure that each outlet is perfect and there are few, if any, seams between the window frames and the plaster.

                                 

And here is how they get the plaster so smooth.  The plaster is thrown up against the wall to make it stick in all the little nooks and crannies, and then Jose takes this 1 x 4 with hand holds cut into it and scrapes the plaster over and over until it is perfectly level.  Then it allowed to dry and get ready for paint.

                                

This is the front door, looking into the living room.  The front and back double doors will be made of solid Rosita 2x6s. 

                                 

The window and door frames are all in upstairs and we are getting ready to make the windows.  Last week the glass was installed in the arched portion of the windows.  The windows will be doubles, in the old  Spanish Colonial  style.  The windows will be made from Rosita 2x4’s.  The window niches are 6” deep, but they will be pretty much filled up with windows, screens and wrought iron security bars.

                                  

             This is very close to what the Rosita will look like with a coat of matte varnish.

                     

                                                                                

We have electricity, at least on the portico and in the living room.  We are trying to pick out the wood for the ceiling.  The biggest problem with that is we both like the look of bare wood, but in Honduras, if you don’t want to have the termites literally eat you out of house and home you have to use treated wood.   The treated wood is a sickly green color, which would have to be painted over.  It is also treated with arsenic, which I don’t particularly want to be breathing 24/7.  I wish we could afford to buy Rosita for the ceiling, but it is very expensive.

                                     

We have water in the kitchen and the bathrooms.  So why haven’t we moved in yet?  Because we haven’t installed the plumbing fixtures.  That will probably happen in the next week or so.  By mid-August, si Dios quiere, we will move in and continue working. 

                                  

I'm told this is the faucet for the hose I will be using to water my garden.  Yeah, right.  I have trouble walking on a flat floor.  Guess who won't be hooking up the hose. 

                                  

This is Pancho,  our watchman.  Pancho works 7 nights a week for us, and during the day he comes by if he sees anyone or anything strange on the property.  Sometimes he drops by and helps out with the work.  We have learned to ask Pancho his opinion on many things.   Pancho is about 70 years old, but anyone would be an idiot to mess with him.  He has a really nasty looking sawed off shotgun and a machete, and he knows how to use both.  Yet he is the gentlest teddy bear you could ever want to meet.  Chico likes Pancho, which says something.

We are blessed with the way our house is coming along, and with the friends who are making it possible.  Thank you Jose, Marvin, and Pancho.  Thank you, Ramirez Family.  And the biggest thanks of all goes to my beloved Macho Man, for building my dream house, and doing it so well.

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HP IS NOT EXPAT FRIENDLY

Have you ever tried to order something from the US when you live outside the country?  It is not an easy process, especially if that country is in Latin America. 

On May 3d I decided to order a new computer and have it delivered to my daughter's house in South Florida by the time we got there on the 14th.  I thought this was a pretty intelligent decision, since MM doesn't like taking his computer with him, something about using the SIL's wireless network(?); and I like to stay connected to my world.

I logged into The HP Store, 'cause I am partial to HP products.  I found exactly what I was looking for.  It was fast enough; it played CD/DVDs and had a writer; it was light; and best of all, IT WAS PINK!!!!!  Now, you are probably wondering why I wanted a pink computer.  Well, because I live in a land full of machos, and I have a theory that no real macho man is going to steal a pink computer.  After all, they haven't stolen my pink drill or hammer.

I customized my new computer, and then began checking out.  I dutifully gave them my billing information, which  is our Florida address.  I also gave them my shipping address, which is my billing address, and the same address they have had on file for ages.  In fact, I was logged in to my account at the time

 I received a message that my order was declined and to please call them at 1-866......  I went to customer service and found out I could start a chat session, so I did. Almost immediately I got a message that since their computer sensed that my address was outside the US they were terminating the session. 

I tried again and as soon as the chat window opened I typed "Please don't end this session.  I know I am outside the country, but I need help".  The agent  came on-line and asked me what the problem was, and I told her.  She advised me that the problem was not my credit, it was that they could not accept an order from outside the country, because they couldn't verify it was me.  She advised me to call the customer service desk.  Cannot do that! you cannot call an 800 number from a cell phone in Honduras.

I was then advised that I should go to the International Desk, and order the computer from there.  No, says I, I don't want to do that.  First of all, the computer cannot be shipped to the US from the International Desk.  Then, there is the problem of the computer having all the programs set up in Spanish, and that would be of no use to me, who speaks Spanglish.  Then, call the customer service desk at 1-866......  Huh?

Wait a minute, I am signed to your web site, using the same address and password you have had on record for ages.  I am using an American credit card, on an American Bank, which you have had on file forever.  I am asking you to ship the computer to the same address as my billing address, again which you have had on file forever.  And you cannot verify it's me?  WTH!!  It was apparent we were not communicating, or he was named Peggy and living in Siberia. 

So, on to Plan B.  Let me email customer service and see if I can get someone who can help.  The email that came back looked like a form letter, restating all the above reasons my order can not be concluded until I call customer service, or have someone in the States call customer service.  So, I asked my daughter to call and see what she could do.  Nothing, so I decided to take a deep breath and wait until we got here.  And I got another nice "thank you for trusting HP, we are sorry....."

I sent another email outlining how dumb it was to say HP could not verify who I was.  After all, Amazon.com doesn't have thar problem, nor do several companies I deal with.  I gave them a step-by-step outline of how they could set up to be security conscious and at the same time expat friendly.  They thanked me for my effort.

Monday night, I called customer service and got a cheery, "Thank you for calling HP.  How can I help you tonight."  I started to tell her, but decided better, so I just explained the situation yet again.  "Oh, Mrs. Ramirez. I am so sorry  you have been so inconvenienced.  I'm sorry, but we can't ship that computer now. because it has a build date of 5/19, and we couldn't get it to you before you go back  You should have called customer service.  And, I'm sorry, but we can't ship the computer out of the US" 

 Here I did lose it, and after a few words, I promised her I was going to put this on FB and I was going to blog about it so that everyone I knew would know just how unfriendly HP was.  I told her how many expats there are in Central America, and assured her I was going to try reaching everyone of them.  She hung up on me.

I got off the phone about midnight, fired up the SILs computer and ordered another computer.  Same credit card; same bank; same billing address; same shipping address.  It was delivered before 10AM this morning.  It's red. 

So, here we are, I am keeping my word.  I have posted on FB, and now I have blogged about it.  Expats. arise, let these companies know we don''t like it when they are not friendly to us, and we have money.