After a third house in two years I have a good feeling that over the weekend was the last move I will be making in La Boquilla. To recap, I spent 6 months living with the Catholic priest of La Boquilla. I was then forced to leave that house because the archbishop of Cartagena sent four more priests to live and train under my ex-roommate. I then spent 14 months with a family that had either 7 or 11 people living in the house depending on the time of year. However, after the aunt went a little crazy on me a few times I decided it was best that I pack up my things and leave that situation. That puts me in my current home. I am now sharing a two bedroom and one bathroom house with a high school matemática y física teacher. I have a good feeling that the third time really will be a charm.
Although I am now working on house number three that is not to say that the others have been horrible by any means. The padre’s palace was incredible, and my last host mom was one of the nicest people I will ever meet in the world, what a shame her sister had to go off on me like DMX....TWICE! But I will be visiting her plenty in the future....as long as the aunt is not present.
Talk about a coincidence, the same day my brother and fiancé moved into their first house I moved into what I hope is my last during my Peace Corps service. This was a very traditional Boquilla move. I spoke with my counterpart and in no time we had five strong high school alumnos (3 girls and 2 boys) and a donkey cart ready to go. I honestly could not have done it without them. To celebrate the world record time we made, 30 minutes for all of my stuff to be packed at my old place and moved into my room at the new place, we celebrated with 7 Powerades and and a liter of soda. Mind you I did this all spending less than $10. So I guess the move wasn't all that stressful after all. I only hope my brother's move was as smooth as mine.
|Packing up Boquilla style|
|Fording the river|
|The best moving crew in La Boquilla|