We’re not giving up on the old computer,which is still in the shop, but Matt did a rather chivalrous (dare I say romantic?) thing last week and bought me a new MacBook! He is traveling a fair amount, and the kids and I need to be able to get online, for fun, for our sanity, and almost every day for homework. Also, we’ve had an anniversary, a Mother’s Day, and my birthday (otherwise known as Matt’s annual guilt-fest) since we’ve been here with nary a celebration. My only gifts have been kitchen appliances with 220 plugs. (That was a joke.) So this is a great big present for me.
The new Mac is fun, and I’m sure once I get the hang of it, I’ll love it as much as all of you other Mac users. AND I can finally post some photos, after all of these weeks. I don’t usually put so many in one post, so just scroll through fast unless you’re my mother.
A happy moment in our old house, dying Easter eggs:
Everything we own in boxes — when you ship internationally, even the furniture needs to be boxed (note the helpful Spanish labeling):
The container where all of our things have been for six week. Sure hope it doesn’t leak.
At the Salt Lake Airport. We were quite a spectacle — two strollers, three carseats, thirteen suitcases, ten or so carry-on bags. Oh, and seven people.
The kitchen of our tiny apart-hotel. We were only there a little over a week, luckily. Ben and Jon are modeling their cute school uniforms — they both have both styles. The middle and high schoolers (which includes Sam) don’t wear uniforms and look just a sloppy as teenagers in the U.S.
It was so sunny the week we moved in that the kids were sure our pool would be warm enough for swimming. It wasn’t. It’s fall here, remember?
Mary’s preschool celebrated the Battle of Iquique. Her hat says “Armada de Chile.”
Our house. This (newish) neighborhood feels almost like a North American subdivision, not very typical of Chile.
The view from our driveway. I’ll have to get some better “view” pictures. We live right at the foot of the Andes, and it is beautiful.