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Theodore and I went on a hike today. I put pictures up on the Book of Faces (Facebook, which isn't really a book at all, mind you). I saw Claudia, a local woman who befriended us on the street a few weeks ago (or was it a week ago? Time passes oddly here...). Anyway, turns out she lived right there on the back road we were walking down. We also met men with machetes (not an uncommon sight). I must admit I got the teeniest bit of a jolt in my tummy when they approached. The thought that they could decollate me right there and no one would know about it zipped through my mind in an instant, but I knew it was a silly thought. The first man simply greeted us, but the second I got to talk to a bit. He pointed up the mountain he had just come down from, whistling, and told me he worked at a house there for a man from London, and he was taking care of it in the owner's absence. He pointed out the two ways to climb up, and bid us a good day. Theodore and I chose the less arduous of the two (for his sake, of course), and we went only a little ways, not really up into the mountain yet, before he made known his desire to go home (in his own baby way). I put him back up on my shoulders and we hopped back home. A typical light, brief rain had fallen on our way there, and even on our way in there were puddles and mud, so I was glad I didn't slip with him on my shoulders.
This should have gone at the beginning, but we first went to town while I was trying to find a way back to the wilderness (we were cutting through behind the gas station when a man warned us there were dogs back there that might scare the baby, which was kind of him. When I expressed my desire to do some mountain hiking, he informed me that the grass between us and the edge of the woods was actually hiding the standing water all around. We weren't in the mood for swimming through a swamp, so he advised a path right across the street from our house! I had gone down almost all of those roads except the one he suggested, but I was happy for it, so that's when we went back there. Theodore, by the way, enjoys walking, but with frequent sits in the middle of the sidewalk, and not usually in the direction his walking partner wants. He also has a strange affinity for the middle of the street, but I cannot allow that.
This should have gone at the beginning, but we first went to town while I was trying to find a way back to the wilderness (we were cutting through behind the gas station when a man warned us there were dogs back there that might scare the baby, which was kind of him. When I expressed my desire to do some mountain hiking, he informed me that the grass between us and the edge of the woods was actually hiding the standing water all around. We weren't in the mood for swimming through a swamp, so he advised a path right across the street from our house! I had gone down almost all of those roads except the one he suggested, but I was happy for it, so that's when we went back there. Theodore, by the way, enjoys walking, but with frequent sits in the middle of the sidewalk, and not usually in the direction his walking partner wants. He also has a strange affinity for the middle of the street, but I cannot allow that.