It occurred to me last night that being here with our new kids is like a reality TV show. Instead of being dropped on a desert island, you are dropped in a country where half the residents don't speak the same language as you, given 2 small children, to whom you are scary strangers, that don't speak your language very well so only understand some of what you say. You must stay in a small room in a very substandard hotel, caring for and entertaining these children. You only have electricity sometimes, the sink only has cold water, and you have to wash baby bottles, bibs, sippy cups, etc. in it.
The children are used to eating food different than you eat, and since you have no cooking facilities, you have to do your best to find food that is palatable to them at restaurants. An average restaurant meal in this country takes about 90 minutes because there is at least a 30 minute wait for the food after ordering, and often another 20 minutes or so just to get the bill. Of course you must keep the children happy and reasonably well behaved during this interminable wait, during which time many people will be watching you, as it is fairly unusual to see parents like you with children from this country.
OK, so I sound like I am complaining. But what I have described is the honest to goodness truth of the situation.
Tonight, the plumbing under the sink fell off onto the floor. Literally. The owner duct taped it together and has promised to call a plumber tomorrow.
Now, finally, enough whining and on to more photographs!
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