Time Flies

A Big week for me (read: lots of meetings, and not much work getting done!) First with my boss, then with the municipal government that runs our clinic, and finally with the Galapaguenan doctors and nurse that really run our clinic!  The end result: we finally got a mandate to transfer care of our patients to the clinic, but now we have a relatively short period to affect training.  As they say frequently here in the islands, “vamos a ver” (we’ll see).  It’s second only to “manana” in popularity. 

Thursday was cool because we officially gave the bulk of the donations I brought down (thanks again to Steve Kemler and Conversion Partners, LLC!) to the municipal government.  The mayor was there and  was very excited about the condoms, joking on camera that he hoped they would be small enough to fit, then named my boss’s husband as one of the men he was worried about!  She stuttered back that she was trying to get pregnant and didn’t need them no matter what size they were.  Then the mayor began grabbing handfuls of condoms and giving them out to all in attendance.  Well, I’ll take public health in any form possible!

Otherwise, things been rainy and wet.  I’ve gotten out to Tortuga bay several afternoons (my salvation) and have been making the most of the tasty and cheap local fish and beer.  And, in a bonus edition of construction techniques here in Whoville, I’ve included a few favorite  ‘Home Improvement’ photos.  Enjoy.



Yes, my apartment has a pool
(but there’s no lifeguard!)





I’m not sure, but this could be

a rarely witnessed rooftop mating ritual




This is my gas supply… right over the kitchen



I couldn’t think of a better location
for a random 4” plastic elbow fitting
than right there at the bottom of the stairs.



This is what is sitting on my roof




Just imagine your own captions for these next ones…

This is a gem; roof drain pouring on electrical wires…

                                                                   And then splashing in the middle of the road

More beauty from Tortuga Bay



Not sure what the windmill is for;

there is hardly ever a breeze here!




Holy Week