One Down & She Can’t Get Up

Remember how I prepared before we came? I took them all to the doctor. I told the doctor we were coming to Mexico and that they would initially need diarrhea, pain, and mosquito medicine. I got plenty of it & I forgot it all in South Houston.

I know, Super Mom, I am on top of things.

We did better than I expected. I think I have the weakest immune system of all and I have been sick to my stomach a bit, it hasn’t taken me completely out of commission. I remember I used to get knocked out when I visited Mexico with my mom as a child.

Elaina got sick. She cried and cried the night LOBO died without knowing he died. She didn’t actually cry for him as she was sick the days after too. I don’t know who gave her the bad news or why, but she had not seen him and days and was probably so sick to even ask.

The good news non-emergency medical care is free here. We have a clinic here in town right in “La Plaza” called Seguro Popular. The only thing is that I have to wake up early go wait in line only to get an appointment later the same day. There is no calling for an appointment. You have to physically be there and if they fill up they start filling in for the next day. I was the second one there, as I got there right at 8 am. I got the 10:30 appointment. Turns out she has “Maldelorin”. Well when they say it, it sounds like one word. In reality it’s three. Mal del Orin (sick of urine). She had some sort of bladder infection. Good News: Free Doctors visit and free medicine.

My entire fault she was sick. I was giving her baths every day. The tub would fill up with clean water and she would sit in it. Apparently, in Mexico the P trap does not exist. Even though it would be filling up with clean water the dirty water used by all the previous bathers does not go away it sits right under the drain. I was bathing her in dirty water. I know disgusting. I mean really someone could have told me.

Johnny and Manuel Healthy as an OX! Hope it lasts.

Sad Day in San Miguel Del Zapote

LOBO our dog.

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My kids hug him, and receive kisses from him all the time, when everyone else “shoo’s” him away. He is huge, stinky and a flea bag.
From the moment we arrived, Lobo followed us everywhere. J took us on a tour of the town, and Lobo came with. Every time I took the kids to “El Campo”, he came with. Every time we went to local businesses for groceries, he came with. Every time we went to “El Jardin” he came with. If I went alone he came with, if they went alone, he would go with.

Our dog Lobo went to Doggie Heaven.

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He wasn’t actually ours, but belonged to Tia Rafa across the street. A long time ago Lobo went missing. Apparently he had jumped out of the truck on the way home from the mountains. After a long time, in Zalcoalco, a town 30 minutes away, the family saw a dog that had been burned but was very excited to see them. Lobo rode back home that day 7 years ago, with J.

We never had the heart to make him go home when we went to “El Jardin”, even if he was always run off by other people, because he was a menace there. He would take food from little kids and looked for attention from people who didn’t want to get their hands dirty. We didn’t have the heart to send him home…. Until this day.

It’s sad really, our last memory of him we were not very nice. He was a great companion.

The way he left us is really gruesome. I tried keeping it from Elaina. Apparently, they told everyone, even small children. She started talking about it yesterday.

WARNING: Stop reading NOW if you don’t care to know the details!

Elaina said “Lobo”
Put her hand to her neck and ran it across.
Then closed her eyes and stuck out her tongue.

A day ago I heard a seven year old say she went to go see all the blood. I also heard a child younger than Elaina mention it.
J had to work, but when he got home he asked where he was he wanted to bury him. Unfortunately, they had paid the trash people to take the head away. The rest of him was taken with the train.

DOD: Tuesday July, 23, 2013

The Real World Mexico

El Jardin

El Jardin

Everyone would have thought this is my kind of town. I mean I am a party girl at heart. Well at least I used to be before I had kids. J has really got me used to going to bed at 9 P.M. Every night we now take a stroll to “El Jardin”, also known as “La Plaza”. It’s almost expected we make an appearance every single night. You have to have a good reason not to go from the extended family. And there is a whole lot of family you have to answer to. It’s like a party every night, especially on weekends. We went to the first of many “Quincenera’s”. Our first Saturday here and they have given us the long list to come. Well into September and that’s when the “Fiestas” start. I don’t know the difference but you will be the first to know.

First Break on the way to La Presa

First Break on the way to La Presa

Sunday we were supposed to go to a Baptism in Verdia, J’s birth town but we skipped it. Not my idea, I would have much rather have stuffed my face with free food and beer. The boys wanted to go to the “Presa” which is a man made watering hole up in the mountain. J said it wasn’t far so we decided to pack some water and take a hike. Hmmf. I know his plans were to leave me there for dead. I almost died twice. I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction. I made it up that hideous mountain. Thank God for that boost the last quarter of a mile. We walked back down, much easier walk.

At el Picarete without the zing for the kids.

At el Picarete without the zing for the kids.

Culture shock understatement: We kid around about it being 12 O’clock somewhere. Here people wake up like zombies, and first thing on their mind is “El Pajarete”. You can have you fresh milk, with coffee, chocolate, and a shot (that’s an understatement) of alcohol. J and I can’t hang with these folks. I don’t know one person from home who could hang…. Okay I know one person, and she lives in Austin, TX. Then we hear them nightly just outside our window as we hit the sack still at it. I told him he better get up for work as we truly living the “Vida Broka”. I doubt he will ever hear Grandma Isabel say “Juan Billetes” again.
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It’s safe for you to visit. No danger here… sorry there is one danger. It has taken lives of cows, bunnies, trucks and yes people. The Train. Sadly we are like thirty feet from the tracks.

Meet our pets. Yes two dogs, two chicks, and the newest addition the kitten. Still they want the bunny and the donkey.
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Lost Count Of My Blessings!

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When everyone else is counting blessings, we have lost count. We are together since Saturday, July 6 we crossed the border into Mexico around 11 am. I saw J standing there waiting for us on the bridge between Matamoros, Mexico and Brownsville, Texas.

Let me tell you, when crossing the border you MUST declare what you have over your limit. The kids and I are allowed $75.00 each. Had J crossed with us because he is from Mexico he would be allowed $300.00, but he didn’t. In reality we were only allowed to cross $225.00 without paying taxes. We had well over $400 in just tools, my laptop, Johnny’s computer, camera, two bicycles, a flat screen TV, and the top of the truck was loaded with about 8 Large luggage’s. We declared TWICE what we had, I had more than allowed. At BOTH stations, they let us threw without paying.

We were going through a small town, chatting, and we didn’t notice the drop in speed limit. A State Police stopped us for speeding; we were going about 20 above. He told us because our truck was not from Mexico he would have to take up the truck until the fine was paid, or else we would never pay the ticket and disappear. Then after talking to J for a few minutes, he said to be more careful and to watch for speed limits.

While our stay at the first Motel, J did not sleep a wink. He almost didn’t let me sleep, the last time he woke me it was like 3 AM, telling me it wasn’t safe. Apparently, there were some guys who kept walking to the front of our room, stopping, and walking away. I saw them, but I told him, do you think God would let them steal from us after all he has done? When we woke up the next morning, nothing had been touched.

Then, close to Guadalajara, at a road block, we were asked to pull over that our bicycles were being illegally transported. Although, super secure to our front grill, he said it was “Article 300” that bicycles could not be transported in the front. Had I had the opportunity to talk to him, I would have been thrown in Jail. J did all the talking and again we were sent on our way after he tied the bicycles in the back on top of the cooler.

All theses close calls we were let go without a MORDIDA. What Mexico Police is known for, a payoff.

Then there was the most perfect weather. Beautiful! When we started to fear overheating, God gave us rain.  When we started to fear the wet road, he then gave us sunshine. Always there with what we needed.

We have now walked J’s hometown, and a cute little town it is. The kids have met their Visabuelos (great grandparents) Mama Lupe and Papa Angel. They have met an infinite amount of uncles, aunts, and cousins. Everyone here seems to know us even people we haven’t been introduced to. While J was at work I took them to the soccer field and we were stopped and asked if we were Manuelito’s family. They have all been expecting us. Glad to say we feel welcomed and right at home.
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Unlike the story my dad told me the first time he visited my mom’s town of Durango, we do not have to go potty in the pig pen, or use corn husk as toilet paper. Phew! He had me scared at first.