A rainy day

Sunday

Sometimes you feel a little unstable in your stomach when you live in the tropics. It might be because you have eaten something that had some unforeseen bacterias or just that you had a bit too much rum. I think it was the latter that happened to me yesterday. So anyway I was not in the mood to write anything. But when I woke up this morning at six I felt a lot better and went on my daily bicycle ride. I try to do that every morning to keep in shape. I don´t always manage, but as often as I can anyway.  The sun was up and it was cool and nice, only 25 degrees with a little breeze. Everybody in the village greets me on these rides, and that is nice.

They have a strong tradition for greeting in this country. Men greet even if they don´t mention names. They say “oi, varon”, “oi,” and a nickname, or they use the name. Varon means “man” in Spanish, so the equivalent in English would be “hey, man”.
The other way to greet if they meet a woman is “Adios”. This means good bye, but they do not mean that. It is a funny way of saying hi there. The tone o voice could be neutral or flirty, depending of the situation. I have heard many different ways of saying it. To me they also say “oi, Issa”, issa being my nickname here. So it is the people that know me that use this. In short, everybody says something to you even if you don´t know them personally.
This was strange for me in the beginning. In my country it is not normal to greet people you do not know. Here it is considered impolite not to greet, especially if you don´t know them. So now I say adios to everyone on my morning ride through the village.
Today I had two new kittens in my house. Because the houses are open all kinds of animals enter and it is nice to have someone take care of unwanted species. Speaking of domestic animals, that is a chapter on its own.  Since I live in a rural area and there are mostly local people living around here you will see all kinds of farm animals going loose in the streets. Most frequent are pigs, chickens and hens, horses and cows. This also takes some getting used to. So I had to lock up my garden with fences not to have the animals coming in and destroy my flowers. Everybody think it is a nuisance, but this is a way of earning some extra money. Leftovers from meals are never thrown I garbage, but over the fence where there always is a pig or a dog that will eat it. So you see life is very different from our regulated lives in Europe. You have to adapt to the nica way to be able to enjoy life in its strange ways. Since I am living in a small fishing village life is also different here than in the city, but that is also another story.

Now it is pouring down outside my window and I am afraid the electricity will fall out soon, so I have to end this now before it gets dark.

I will end this and remembering to tell you that my papaya tree is full of huge papayas, which was planted by accident by some of my construction workers when they were having their lunch one day.

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