Cribs II

I got fed up with not having a kitchen and with being awakened early every morning by the sound of tuk-tuks revving their engines, so I decided to move to the more bucolic San Miguel. It is a short jaunt across the lake from Flores, but it is worlds away as there are trees (Flores is entirely paved), very few vehicles (easily accessible by boat, but driving is the loooong way around), and pigs and chickens browsing about. And now I have a super-pimping pad, it has two bedrooms, a tidily tiled bathroom and kitchen, a living room, furnishings, a roof-top hang out, a lime tree, a smelly little dog who I plan to bathe, and I am surrounded by relatives of the owner so it is secure. Please note that in the aerial photo of Flores posted in Pueblo Pequeño, Infierno Grande San Miguel is the community on the peninsula in the top part of the photo.

In case you're unfamiliar with tuk-tuks, here is a picture of one. They are cheap, ubiquitous, and noisy, and according to Angelica they've only been in the area for the past year or so.

Please en joy photos of my house and new neighborhood.

Breaking news! My adviser in Santa Barbara, David, suggested that I spend a few months there when I come back at Christmas time instead of the few weeks I'd planned. This will be pretty much the first time that all of my committee and myself are in the same country at the same time in about a year, so he thinks we should take advantage of that before I run off to collect my data. Sounds reasonable and I'll enjoy being back in SB. So maybe you'll get to see more of me than you thought you would, because maybe I'll be sleeping on your couch. And before you get your hopes up, most likely Josie won't be joining me, though maybe she can put in a special appearance. We'll see.