It’s a gas!

I like to roll with whatever Puerto Rico deals to me.  Adventure is the reason we moved here.  But, maybe besides the DMV, the one thing that I will always gripe about are the gas stations. Let me explain…

The gas stations are all ‘pay inside’.  I have yet to encounter a pay-at-the-pump station ANYWHERE. When you buy a car, the dealer tells you how big the tank is, and how much you approximately pay per tankload.  So, you bring your usual amount of cash inside to the employee at the counter, tell him your pump number, pump your gas and drive off.

I CANNOT COMPREHEND THIS! IMG_4975Why? I hate pumping gas. I want to go as few times as possible. So why would I want to accidentally underestimate and drive away with less than a full tank? I’d just be back sooner. AND, what if I over estimate? I’d have to go back inside for change. (this website says they don’t give change! but I have gotten change at the few places that didn’t take credit) ARGGGGG…..

So, what’s a gringa to do? Learn how to say Quiero llenar el tanque completo (I want to fill up the tank), give them your credit card, pump, go back in to pay. With your kids. Or have your hubby do it 😉

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one of the few times Trevor has worn pants in Puerto Rico

Lemme insert here that few pumps have that little lever that keeps the pump pumping without you holding on.

My neighbor told me that it was kinda a group decision to have it this way.  The gas stations were not earning enough money in the store when they experimented with paying at the pump. Yeah, that problem happens in the States too.  But the public demanded the convenience.

Actually, I’ve just gotten used to this ordeal so it doesn’t bother me much anymore.  But I still refuse to leave my kids in the car while I go in to pay (like they would let me even if I wanted to).  Ms. P likes to help pump. Gas fumes and germy pump handles are great for kiddos! haha

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A Day in the Life on a Carribean island – WITH KIDS

I subscribe to this blog.

And today I read the post about a day in her tropical life.  It sounds fantastic. I should move to a tropical island so I can blog about lazy days like that. Oh wait…  I live on a tropical island, and I blog about my lazy days.  Hrm.  Let’s clarify this for everyone even though it is blatantly obvious:

Living the “tropical life” can look two ways: with and without kids.  I suppose having older, self sufficient kids is different.  But I don’t know about that yet.

I have to schedule my tropical adventures around nap times

I have to schedule my tropical adventures around nap times

Here’s my typical weekday:

Wake the kids up at 7am.

Make their breakfast, remind them to pee about 4 times before demanding that they do it, pushing them in the car and driving 15 minutes up a steep mountain to school.

Return home to feed the younger kid a second breakfast. Flush a large beetle down the toilet.

Get tutored in Spanish for a half hour on our patio while trying to entertain my daughter. Today was special – she got a spanish app game!

Make her lunch she may or may not eat. Whisk away to the grocery store, then drive up mountain to get son from school. He sleeps on the way home and wets his pants.

It’s Monday, so the babysitter comes while I get some work done on my laptop while sitting on the bed upstairs away from the kids.

Remind myself that I need to find a doctor to treat my varicose veins and go to Sams Club to get new tires.  Not sure if I have enough spanish vocab do to this easily.

Make dinner, clean up, play with kids.  Spend 45 minutes doing bath, stories, and songs.  Hope kids fall asleep in a reasonable amount of time because it’s already 9:15pm.

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I’m not complaining. I LOVE my family, and my kids. But kids will be your responsibility, and you will be working your butt off raising them wherever you live. Tropical or not.

Someday I will relax more leisurely and hopefully my kiddos will be there relaxing with me, right? I squeeze in fun time now as much as I can. Este es la vida, no?

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How to get your yearly car inspection and license sticker in 25 easy steps

1) notice that the sticker on your windshield expires in a week

2) have your knowledgeable neighbors explain the crazy process of getting a new one

3) head reluctantly to CESCO (the DMV).

4) get in info line

5) Have random employee tell you that you need to be in a different line and that since your car is less than 5 years old you don’t need an inspection. Score!

6) spend 45 minutes in next line. Get to front and have them tell you you need to get in a different line first. Mercifully, they tell you you can skip the line when you come back

7) get in other line. Wait 20 minutes. They give me a printout and tell me to get back in other line. Wonder why first line couldn’t just give me that sheet of paper.

8) Skip line and get back to original counter where they instruct me to get my car inspected. Wonder why first employee told me the wrong line AND the lie about not needing an inspection.

9) Have people at counter also tell you that you can save $255 by getting in another line. Tell them to write it down because you have no idea what they are talking about but saving money sounds good.

10) Drive a mile away to the car inspection place.  Wait 20 minutes. Car passes inspection. Pay $11. Get official paper to take back to CESCO

11) Get in info line again with the written note about saving money. Be confused still about what exactly this is about.

12) Have a different employee wander up and instruct you to stand in another line. They lead you to a person who knows a little English. Then another person who knows more English.

13) Have them lead you to a desk in the back. To a nice lady who wants you to fill out a form about why you want to save the money. Become really confused because you have no idea what to write. Have the nice employee who led you there write it out for you.

14) Have the guy lead you to another line where you wait to have your name called. Really get confused about what this is all about and start thinking you should just pay whatever obnoxious amount just to get the hell outta there

15) When the lady calls your name, thank God because she is the first person who can explain what the hell is going on. Learn that last October you received $300 worth of toll fines. Recall that during one trip to San Juan the light at the tolls kept flashing red, and you learned that your toll pass failed to autocharge, and ran out of money.

16) You finally understand that the people have set you up to contest the fines, and plea for a smaller fine. The nice lady explains that I may or may not receive a letter in the mail from the courthouse about a personal hearing (in San Juan). Or I could call a phone number after April 8th and see how I can just pay the reduced fine. Which I would have to do in person at this same DMV or maybe I’d have to do it in the city of Ponce (one hour away). The sticker I would buy today would be good for only three months until I get this sorted out.

17) Feel simultaneously relieved to understand and even more confused as to why this has to be so complicated.  Wonder if you should just pay the damn $300 to get this hell over with. Wonder if you understand the next steps and wonder if it’s more hassle than it’s worth.

18) Start to cry a little bit. Have the nice lady say, “Don’t cry”.

19) She feels pity for you, gives you her name, and tells you to come back and find her after April 8th with any questions. Have her seem truly willing to help.

20) Go back to one of the original lines (skipping ahead of all the people waiting there already). Pray that the security guard lady there will recognize you and help you out.

21) Still wait 15 minutes, pay for your dumb sticker, and get outta there ASAP ’cause your 2 year old is really starting to wail.

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22) Go to the frozen yogurt place to eat your sorrows away, because that totally took nearly 4 hours.

23) Get an extra big serving because you know you have to do this every year for your car registration.

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Trevor y mi vecino in line

24) Go back on April 14th with your hubby (who needs to get his license).  Look for the nice lady. Get told she’ll be in at 10:30.  It’s 9:30.

25) Wait in line with your hubby just cause, and at 10:35 find nice lady. Get the damn papers you need and run away screaming.

Easy peesy!

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Bribe your daughter with the WHOLE bag of chips. Because she just wasted 4 good hours of playtime

 

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A day at the lake

There are no natural lakes in Puerto Rico, but I have heard the man made lakes are very pretty.  

Lago Dos Bocas was a bit of a drive, albeit an easy one. And pretty it was. I made reservations at one of the restaurants on the lake: Paisaje Escondido. In the parking lot representatives for each of the restaurants are there to help you get on the right boat to their establishment (aka get your business at their eatery).
After a 15 minute wait and a trip to the baños that had no toilet paper (when will I learn!?) we were off.
I think they squished more people on the boat than they had life jackets for, but eh. They made the kiddos wear ’em at least.  

Note to self: bring Mom kayaking here!  

After making you work out on the extremely steep walkway to the restaurant, (it’s handicap accessible of you don’t roll backwards into the lake!) you’ll get mediocre meals with ok drinks and great views.  

Plus side: kids play area!
Down side: it’s 5 feet from a steep 40′ drop!  
  

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A privileged excuses for boarder crossing 

I read magazines at the beach. Today I read National Geographic’s article about the Syrian refugees fleeing into Turkey. And I thought, how blessed am I to easily cross boarders by choice with leisure preparation and settle in nicely to a comfortable life in my new country. So blessed. 

The article mentioned how these people don’t know when they can return home. How they are smooshed into tiny, temporary housing. How even though Turkey has been extremely generous it still sucks to be a refugee. People’s pity become resentment. 

Most of them are women. Do they have blogs? Their stories are so untold. 

My life is easy.  Thank you God. 

 

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Google translate 

I love Star Trek. Dare I admit, I was obsessed in high school. (Yes I’ve been to conventions). My iPhone cover looks like a triquarter. So needless to say, the fact that I can whip out my phone and find a Spanish  word (or the English equivalent) with an app makes me feel like I’m in Starfleet.

Google app sometimes fails, however. Or translates things into very non-Puerto Rican spanish. But it tries.

They even have a new scanning feature so you can just a point your phone at signs and it’ll translate it with you typing it in. This has a lot of potential but it really doesn’t work well yet.

If someone uses abbreviations or texting shortcuts, haha, Google tries, poor thing, but fails miserably.

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Good Friday. AKA Beach Friday

When I was a kid Good Friday meant going to a long mass at church. And no meat.

There are probably aspects of those traditions here, but when I ask the locals what’s the tradition on Good Friday? They all answered: go to the beach.

Though it’s a tradition it’s also crazy. Like everybody goes to the beach. There are barely stores or restaurants open. The newspaper’s front page headline was about preparing for the deluge of locals, tourists, and internationals and they put it.

I was going to avoid the madness at all costs until my neighbor said she and her sister were going to Boqueron beach at six in the morning to claim a spot. Well… Can we join you?? Mooch mooch.

We arrived around 8:40 and there were a few people there already. We still found a good apt in the shade. Slowly the beach got more packed than I’d ever seen before. Police patrolled frequently. The atmosphere was fun.

I liked is tradition. Sometimes it’s nice to have the beach all to yourself. Sometimes the party atmosphere makes you feel like part of the crowd. I’d say most of the people were Puerto Ricans with a smattering of tourists.

i have in with selfies

 

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Slip sliding away (in Salto Curet…)

After reading a couple of websites and getting some personal accounts of the waterfalls named Salto Curet, I felt really confident about taking my family and another dad and his young child there for a day trip. My friend and his daughter were here on a vacation and wanted to do outdoorsy things. Eureka!

I got the coordinates in the GPS and out we went. We had to park hell n gone. Not so bad, I thought, we can just walk there. So we got out of our cars and crept along what otherwise would’ve been a rigorous road even for a 4 x 4 jeep.

where we parked

where we parked

It was rocky. Parts were steep. We’re almost there I said. We went up a hill we went downhill. We’re next to the river I said we must be close. We crisscrossed the river while picking up the kids. We’re really close I said. After all the website I consulted said it was only a 20 minute trek to the point where we had to start walking in the river.

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Yeah. 20 minutes for an adult who is fit. 40 minutes for parents and their kids ages 4, 3 and two. IMG_4935We reach the sign that told us where the waterfalls were and where we had to get in and walk in the river. Let’s just say it was a little more perilous than we were anticipating. Trevor did not have a very good sandals for walking in the water. Too slippery. Each adult had a kid in their arms and a bag on their back. We helped each other out Boy and Girl Scout style.  IMG_4936

IMG_4938It can’t be far I said we’re almost there, I said, the website after all said and this is only a 10 minute walk. After 20 minutes and a few curse words later we arrived at the falls. Success! No one even got scraped. No kids drowned or fell to their peril. We padded ourselves on the back, took a deep breath and whipped out our PB&J’s.

IMG_4939Knowing naptime was eminent and we had a long trek ahead of us we only stayed about a half an hour at the falls. But if you’re a 20-something or a highschooler yeah plan to spend all day. IMG_4940 IMG_4956The kids freaking rocked. We carried them most of the way home but no meltdowns. Do you believe that?? Let me repeat this. Nearly 2 hours of hiking, we ran out of snacks, it was about 84° out, we are zeroing in on naptime and NO MELTDOWNS. Not even by the parents ha ha IMG_4961

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Observations from behind the wheel

Yesterday on the way to school I saw three people riding horses bareback in the road.  I had to slow down and swerve.  You know, the usual.

from a different day

from a different day

Today I saw the grass next to the road was on fire producing a lot of smoke which kind of smelled good. Nobody seem to care that the grass was burning. I’m going to assume it was controlled.  Because I’m talking like right next to the road. Flames one foot away from my car.
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I see many couches along the road. No, they are not trash! They are perfect for watching the cars go by…

Of course every single day I see people sitting next to the road watching traffic. When I say people, I mean men. 95% of the time it’s old guys just sitting there watching cars go by. They even have couches out there to make themselves comfortable.  There should be a term for just sitting by and watching traffic roll past you. Maybe there is and I have yet to learn it.
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Whoa! Pictures worth…words I have not

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If I ever become a superstar, I hope someone wears me on their butt.

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This guy and another woman were selling chips and other not so healthy snacks to the kids thru the school fence during recess.

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Can crushers are for wimps

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Just make your own spot in the ramp.

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uh, I parked within the lines!

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same parking lot. we’re all confused.

 

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