I have been absent from my blog without explanation this summer. But, really, there is a good explanation. Mostly I was lying by the pool chatting with my friends. And reading books. Lots of them. Really good ones. I spent so long doing it that my rear actually got sore from sitting too much. Not kidding. Scott didn't believe me (and neither did I at first), when I would walk up our stairs and say, "Why am I so SORE? I haven't been DOING anything! It must be those chairs at the pool!"
When I wasn't at the pool, I was packing for a move. A temporary move, but none the less, a move that kept me busy in the afternoons. Just this week, Scott, the girls and I left for Mexico. We're planning to spend almost a year here, north of Puerto Vallarta which is on the west coast of Mexico about halfway down the coast. We came for one main reason: we want our children to experience immersion in a second culture and language. Scott and I have a strong desire to raise our children with an open mind toward other ethnic groups and cultures. That is an easy thing to talk about but not usually an easy thing to experience in most suburban communities in America. We also believe very strongly in the benefits of second language learning, especially for children, and Mexico was a convenient destination for us at a convenient time. Scott has the luxury of a flexible employer (at least for now) and the girls are young enough that they will get the full benefits of language immersion without missing out on much academically. They'll be enrolled in a Spanish-speaking school here and I can (hopefully) catch them up on whatever they don't learn here that they'll be expected to know when we get home. Hopefully Brynn's first grade math is easier than long division. Otherwise I'll be in trouble.
So on Tuesday morning, we finished loading up the car and pulled out of our safe little neighborhood headed for the open roads. Here's what we looked like:
Oh, wait...that was the wrong photo. That's a truck we saw on the second day of our drive when we were in Hermosillo, Mexico. Let me try that again. Here's what we looked like:
That's much better than how we looked ten hours later after baking in the HOT New Mexico sun all day. Here's the Jeep. It did such a great job, it deserves its own photo:
Notice Scott's bright red and yellow mountain bike atop the Jeep. It's ten years old and kind of a rough ride but it garnered many compliments during our drive, from awed children and security guards alike.
By our first stop for gas (which wasn't very far down the road, since we left with only 1/4 of a tank) we noticed that the right rear tire was quickly getting covered by the right rear fender. That side of the car was apparently quite a bit heavier than the left. It also happens to be the side where Libbie and I were sitting, but I'm SURE we weren't the cause. We first noticed the problem while Scott was on the phone with his dad (Scott has many talents, but driving while talking is not one of them). We hit a dip on the freeway while going too fast and heard a spine-chilling scrape from the back right tire. At that point I wondered how much of the back end of the Jeep we'd lost. Eventually Scott figured out how to take his foot off the accelerator at just the right time to avoid more scrapes. That only worked, though, when he noticed the dips and bumps in time.
Getting the Jeep that full (and it was bursting at the seams, mostly because the dog and two cats took up about half of the trunk) required a lot of packing. Here's what Callie did to contribute to packing:
We can always count on her to give...um...not a whole lot of effort to anything that resembles work. What a princess. The sweet girl lined up all her flip flops so we wouldn't forget to take them.
Here's a photo from the road in New Mexico. Don't let all the green fool you. It was HOT. And Scott's air conditioning only works intermittently.
I thought New Mexico was gorgeous. Actually, so was Arizona and the Sonoran desert. All of them were beautiful and what I started to realize, as we drove across this vast landscape, was that pretty much all of nature is beautiful. In fact, I can't think of anything that God created that doesn't have some sort of natural beauty. We saw plenty of ugly sights along our trip, but all of them were man-made. The natural landscape, on the other hand, was breathtaking.
Here's a shot of the Arizona desert, about two miles across the border on I-10 at about seven o'clock in the morning:
We were nearly out of the Mexican desert when we saw this:
It just made us both smile. So typically Mexican. Which made me even more excited about our journey to come.
We saw a lot of these signs on the second day of our trip as we drove south on 15 through Sonora.
We had to laugh every time we saw one because, generally, we had LOTS of hassles in that zone. It was certainly not hassle-free. There were the teenage boys jostling for position as they tried to clean our windshield at every stoplight, for just a few pesos, of course, but the problem is that they attack your windshield with washer fluid without asking. There were the "topes" (TOH-pays) in every town, which are tall, skinny speed bumps, usually several in a small section of road, that keep you from speeding through towns but, if you're driving an overloaded Jeep, the topes require you to come nearly to a stop to get over them safely. Or risk losing a right rear fender. There was also the hassle-full immigration stop where we had to go back and fourth to the same guy three times while ferrying our immigration papers between a few different offices. Although, I have to say, the immigration process could have been a LOT worse, considering all the stuff in our car.
We eventually figured out that the hassle-free signs mean that, if your car is registered in the U.S., you can drive through that zone without a Mexican Auto Importation Permit affixed to your car. You won't get "hassled" by the Mexican cops. So I guess, in that respect, it was quite hassle free. In many others, it was not. But overall it was an easy drive.
Here is where we knew we were near our destination:
Agave plants. We're living just north of Jalisco (hah-LEES-koh) which is the only Mexican state that can officially call the alcohol derived from Agave "Tequila." But the Agave plantations start farther north. I think these were in Nayarit (ni-yah-REET), the state where we are living. Those Agave plants were a welcome site near the end of a very long drive -- about 49 hours in three days.
One last shot, of my studly husband (who looks extra studly in his new Bolle glasses) driving us safely to our adopted home. The man's got stamina. He drove the entire time and ate almost nothing. I was pretty much asking for food the whole time. Well, except for when I was sleeping. That's what I did the rest of the time. Scott somehow managed on a Whole Foods chicken wrap, a Jack in the Box breakfast burrito, a coffee, half a chocolate milk, a very large Coke, a few homemade Lara bars (I will share the recipe eventually) and lots of water. Quite a departure from his normal salad-based eating habits. Yet somehow, today, he managed to score a Wii Fit age of...get this...twenty! I don't know how he does it. He's a total stud. I married WAY out of my league!