WELL, ONLY NOW and then.
I never thought it would end this way. A foreign land, a foreign wife, a foreign language, funny money, babies and kids. Okay, the babies and kids are not mine, thank the Goddess, but they’re in my life on occasion these days.
That poor creature on the left is Romina who almost gave me chickenpox. Actually, it was her parents. I do not blame her. And that’s her brother, Pablo, on the table.
My child bride loves children almost more than life itself, so the new generation is an endless gift to her, and that’s fine. We need such women.
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Life has returned to normal here on the mountaintop. The Easter Week mobs have gone back to wherever they came from, and peace has descended.
The massive artisan market on the big plaza has vanished and, as of yesterday, work crews were still removing the canvas roof that circled the plaza to protect the vendors from sun and rain. Mostly sun because it rarely rains here in April.
And we’re still awaiting the installation of glass over our upstairs terraza. A couple of fellows from the business stopped by yesterday to look at the frame again, not sure why, but it shows they’ve not taken our fat deposit and vamoosed for the border.