It's another beautiful sunrise on the North Coast, harbinger of another day of scorching heat, mucho sweating and a few other not so pleasant realizations.
I've been here a month and my body is still complaining. I have resigned myself to the fact that from the time I get up until the time I go to bed, I am going to be soaking wet. I am so glad that my sweat doesn't stink or maybe I'm just oozing water so fast that it doesn't have time for smelly bacteria to grow before it forms large droplets and falls to the ground. By 9 am I have completely soaked my first handkerchief and am on to my second. I was lead to believe that my body would adapt to the high heat and humidity, but I guess someone forgot to tell my body that. Oh well, I will endure.
Both dogs have the runs. I'm surprised they are not dead after watching both of them eat all sorts of insects, vegetation, lizards, something I have yet to identify and guzzle gallons of pool water. My kingdom for solid stools to clean up each day. See, my expectations of the DR aren't all that unrealistic!
I'm a barefoot kind of guy around the house. I suspect I'm a closet nudist as the less clothes I wear the happier I seem to be. I read up on the indigenous fauna before I arrived to make sure I wouldn't get eaten or otherwise incapacitated as I staggered home after a night of drunken debauchery. Much to my chagrin, there are no places within staggering distance for me to engage in any sort of excess consumption so that is not really an issue. I digress. Last night while out with the dogs in the yard, barefoot of course, I spied with my little eyes some movement a few feed to my left. What did I see? Crap, one of those 6 inch adult centipedes with a bite that packs a wallop. We dispatched him or her in short order but now everywhere I look I see these miniature versions out looking for mom/dad. Great, now I have to check my shoes even more closely before I stick my feet into them. Scorpions, can't be far away.
What's with all the freakin flies? I sit down on my terrace to enjoy my morning coffee & baileys and am surrounded by a hoard of copulating house flies. Does the good Lord not care that I am already dealing with all manner of twisted nature and would appreciate a little bit of a break from these common annoyances that when added up tend to make one a tad grumpy?
It's now 07:30 and the sweat is just a pouring down my forehead and all I've done is consumed 4 cups of beans and baileys and pounded on a keyboard. It must be time to don my bandanna and go clean the pool before it gets too hot to even venture into the scorching UV rays of mid-morning.
Despite the trials and tribulations of my new home, it's not all that bad. I've met some really nice people, I'm not starving, I've managed to sweat away about 10 lbs and apart from all of the annoyances that I've outlined above, at least I don't have to worry about the frost warning that is in effect up north. All in all it's been a pretty good experience, just different and that was to be expected. My opinion is subject to change based on a whim or some external factors that I have not yet recognized.
I'll keep you all informed.
Carpe Diem.
I've been here a month and my body is still complaining. I have resigned myself to the fact that from the time I get up until the time I go to bed, I am going to be soaking wet. I am so glad that my sweat doesn't stink or maybe I'm just oozing water so fast that it doesn't have time for smelly bacteria to grow before it forms large droplets and falls to the ground. By 9 am I have completely soaked my first handkerchief and am on to my second. I was lead to believe that my body would adapt to the high heat and humidity, but I guess someone forgot to tell my body that. Oh well, I will endure.
Both dogs have the runs. I'm surprised they are not dead after watching both of them eat all sorts of insects, vegetation, lizards, something I have yet to identify and guzzle gallons of pool water. My kingdom for solid stools to clean up each day. See, my expectations of the DR aren't all that unrealistic!
I'm a barefoot kind of guy around the house. I suspect I'm a closet nudist as the less clothes I wear the happier I seem to be. I read up on the indigenous fauna before I arrived to make sure I wouldn't get eaten or otherwise incapacitated as I staggered home after a night of drunken debauchery. Much to my chagrin, there are no places within staggering distance for me to engage in any sort of excess consumption so that is not really an issue. I digress. Last night while out with the dogs in the yard, barefoot of course, I spied with my little eyes some movement a few feed to my left. What did I see? Crap, one of those 6 inch adult centipedes with a bite that packs a wallop. We dispatched him or her in short order but now everywhere I look I see these miniature versions out looking for mom/dad. Great, now I have to check my shoes even more closely before I stick my feet into them. Scorpions, can't be far away.
What's with all the freakin flies? I sit down on my terrace to enjoy my morning coffee & baileys and am surrounded by a hoard of copulating house flies. Does the good Lord not care that I am already dealing with all manner of twisted nature and would appreciate a little bit of a break from these common annoyances that when added up tend to make one a tad grumpy?
It's now 07:30 and the sweat is just a pouring down my forehead and all I've done is consumed 4 cups of beans and baileys and pounded on a keyboard. It must be time to don my bandanna and go clean the pool before it gets too hot to even venture into the scorching UV rays of mid-morning.
Despite the trials and tribulations of my new home, it's not all that bad. I've met some really nice people, I'm not starving, I've managed to sweat away about 10 lbs and apart from all of the annoyances that I've outlined above, at least I don't have to worry about the frost warning that is in effect up north. All in all it's been a pretty good experience, just different and that was to be expected. My opinion is subject to change based on a whim or some external factors that I have not yet recognized.
I'll keep you all informed.
Carpe Diem.