Where we live
We live in a tin-roofed shed that is infested with bats, rats, and cockroaches. The rooms are so small that when you walk in the door to our room, one person must pass around the door, then shove it back before the next person can squeeze through.
There is only space for a twin bed, which Carly and I are sharing, and a teeny tiny table. Our personal stuff is literally stuffed beneath the bed. The room is smaller than a walk-in closet, and costs $0.45 a night.
We also have another room that houses our trunks of children’s programming supplies, medicines for clinic, health program supplies, and our stove, rubbermaid bins of food, (thus-far rat proof), and our dishes and cooking supplies.
To eat our meals we sit up on the trunks which are stacked on the mattressless bed frame, resting our feet on the bed’s edge.
The rats scurry from room to room of our dusty habitation at night, chirping. The bats chirp, too, a higher pitched squeal and a flutter of wings. Carly and I hear them and cringe, then laugh.
Where else could we live, so very close to nature?
The yard of this hospedaje houses eight or nine stray dogs at any given time, not to mention the chickens, ducks, and roosters. Pigs and sheep also come and go at their own free will.
At night we tuck our mosquito netting very tightly around our mattress. This is a precaution not only against the mosquitoes, who seemed to show up in plague force in the dry season, but also to prevent the entry of our resident rats and bats.
I am well adjusted to sleeping all tucked up in the layer of filmy netting, and I know I will miss the security of its transparent walls when I return to the States.
There is only space for a twin bed, which Carly and I are sharing, and a teeny tiny table. Our personal stuff is literally stuffed beneath the bed. The room is smaller than a walk-in closet, and costs $0.45 a night.
We also have another room that houses our trunks of children’s programming supplies, medicines for clinic, health program supplies, and our stove, rubbermaid bins of food, (thus-far rat proof), and our dishes and cooking supplies.
To eat our meals we sit up on the trunks which are stacked on the mattressless bed frame, resting our feet on the bed’s edge.
The rats scurry from room to room of our dusty habitation at night, chirping. The bats chirp, too, a higher pitched squeal and a flutter of wings. Carly and I hear them and cringe, then laugh.
Where else could we live, so very close to nature?
The yard of this hospedaje houses eight or nine stray dogs at any given time, not to mention the chickens, ducks, and roosters. Pigs and sheep also come and go at their own free will.
At night we tuck our mosquito netting very tightly around our mattress. This is a precaution not only against the mosquitoes, who seemed to show up in plague force in the dry season, but also to prevent the entry of our resident rats and bats.
I am well adjusted to sleeping all tucked up in the layer of filmy netting, and I know I will miss the security of its transparent walls when I return to the States.
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