Saturday night in Puerto Rico. I'm sitting in Katie's front room, just off the balcony. There's a choir of coqui frogs singing in the night. So peaceful. Katie is in the bedroom, trying to soothe Hayden to sleep. Easier said than done. Mia is long gone.
The first night I arrived (Thursday) it rained off and on for most of the night. I mean, it really RAINED. A downour. A cloudburst. I loved it. We sent up to the rooftop terrace during one letup and I was shown the view. Darkness and mountains and rainforest in one direction, San Juan city lights and ocean view (although not at night) in another direction. The coolest breeze was blowing and it was wonderful. Predictably, the second I stepped outside the airport terminal, my hair poufed up into a gentle frizz that hasn't stopped yet. The only way to tame it is to let it air dry, blow dry the front and straight iron the bangs and very front pieces. The rest is pulled into a low bun. And really, it's too hot and sticky to blow dry much else anyway. It really saves a lot of gettin' ready time, as there's really no point for me to go to any more work than that as long as I'm on the island.
Yesterday was spent playing with Mia, and holding Hayden in between. Katie has her hands full, and I'm here to help. Mia loves to color: with markers, with pencils, with whatever she can get her hands on. She likes me to draw and color with her, but whenever I draw something, she'll give it a once-over and then very quietly color over it. A polite, but negative assessment? No matter - it's a wonder to watch the joy she gets from a simple marker or tube of glitter glue. By the end of the day she is covered with marker and bits of glitter from elbow to fingertip. She has an infectious laugh that I'll do anything over and over for just to hear it again and again.
Today Zach very kindly offered to watch the girls so Katie and I could spend some time together. We headed for the mall, hoping to get pedicures, but the only place we found was charging $40! We opted for lunch and a movie instead. We had chicken salad wraps and shared a mango smoothie inside Borders, while nearby a five year old (or so) boy screamed that he wanted pizza. (QUIERO PIZZA-A!!!)Lovely. Katie explained that Puerto Ricans often treat their older children like babies and it's not unusual to see five and six year olds in strollers with pacifiers and bottles. Sweet, huh? We got outta there and went to our movie, Leap Year. It had Spanish subtitles. Ladies, go see it. Take your daughters. Your husbands will hate it, but it's the ultimate comedy romance that we all love. Seriously, your husbands/boyfriends will ruin it for you, so go with the girls. There's no bad language, no nudity, nothing inappropriate. We loved it, and it was so romantic and fun. I'm not going to say it could actually happen, but I'm not going to say it couldn't either. Anything is possible, right? And those are the kinds of movies I love.
We headed home, gathered up Mia and headed to Costco. On a Saturday afternoon. Yikes. It was crazy, just like at home, except everything is in Spanish. But here we are now, the house is quiet, Zach is at school studying, and Ghost Whisperer is on. With millions of little frogs croaking away in accompaniment.
Soon I'll call L and check in with him. He headed to Provo to see Andrew, as there was a little crisis brewing there. *sigh* So life goes on, even though we're thousands of miles apart. Thank goodness for cell phones. And blogs.