Casa Ezula

Our new home has been an adventure. Spencer has been working really hard to make it the best that it can be. After a good clean, a fresh coat of paint, and some furniture it has started to feel like a home.

 We had a few hiccups when we first moved in, electricity trouble, water trouble, oven trouble (which I was happy about cause I was enjoying eating all our meals out). Those of you who know me well know that I'm NOT a great cook...

Unfortunately I'm even worse here. My first meal was so bad that the neighbourhood dogs wouldn't even eat it when we invited them in to clean up the floor!

Thank you to Spencer and Max who swallowed it down without complaints. 

We are still tackling a few problems... Bug proofing our home and the Bullet Ant turf-war that's taking place on our front step. 

There are lots of other creepy crawlies hanging around outside, but I'm trying to approach them with a sense curiousity and wonder... I still let out shrieks and shudders on a daily basis, but I'm getting better. 

Max enjoys visiting with the two tarantulas that live along one side of our house. I never imagined I would say the words, "I'll meet you over by the tarantulas" to my toddler. They stay in their nests and just peek in and out so they seem to be the least of my worries. It's the poisonous caterpillars and Ezula's (bullet ants) that really scare me. 

I'm putting Max through bug assassin boot camp.

 Now that we covered the nasty stuff here are some photos of what we do around the house. 

Our house is a short moto-taxi ride from the town square. We live halfway up a steep hill so we walk down to the dirt road below to catch a ride everyday. Often it's very quiet...

However, on Friday and Saturday nights, this sleepy little town seems to be the party central. One of the homes doubles as a make-shift nightclub, blasting music that travels directly up to our bedroom. Max sleeps soundly through it, Spencer and I have not been so lucky. One night they randomly put on the Macarena at 2am! Noise regulations don't exist in the jungle.

 After the music stops the roosters and chickens start, they don't even wait for the sunrise... I didn't understand how people could kill and cook their own birds... Until now. I think it might be time for a good ol' poultry feast. 

I will leave it on a positive note... Aside from the minor issues the house is perfect. It has everything we need and more than expected (hot water, Internet, and a washing machine!). 

The air is fresh, the plants are beautiful, and it provides us with a good workout climbing the hill several times a day!