You may remember hearing a few months ago (maybe April?) about a volcano that erupted in Ecuador? It was Tungurahua. Apparently, this volcano has been on yellow alert since 1999. Yellow alert is the equivalent of a pretty good risk that there will be an eruption. We've checked with our hotel and they have a pretty solid evacuation plan in place in case there is a lava flow. So, we feel safe.
Actually, it won't be the first time Rebecca and I have slept at the foot of an active volcano. When we visited Costa Rica in 2002 (a few months before Maya was born) we stayed at a hotel at the foot of Vulcan Arenal - one of the most active volcanoes in Central America. At night we sat on our porch and watched burning rocks and debris tumble out of the cone and down the sides of the mountain.
That hotel also had heated pools and water slides. The water slides were made out of concrete, so they were a bit rough on your backside and shoulders. But the water was warm!
Anyway, if you are wondering why there are no new posts this weekend, you now know the reason why.
In the meantime, here is a poem that I wrote, inspired by our recent trip to Mindo:
This Dog, That Dog
This dog said to that dog, I’ll take that little girl’s boot.
I’ll bury it in the yard right there. It’s what I’m gonna do.
That dog said to this dog, Do what you got to do.
But you’re a dog my friend and Man will kick you for his shoe.
I got it by the hot tub there. I just can’t seem to stop.
That dog said to this dog, Dog, you got to get a grip.
All it takes is one good kick and Man will break your hip.
She left it by the doorstep when she came back from her hike.
That dog said to this dog, Well, that is a real nice shoe.
Mind if I just nuzzle in and get myself a chew?
That dog went to this dog and they chewed that shoe to pieces.
They left some lace, some rubber soul and a bit of lining fleeces.
Then this dog went around the grounds and that dog went there too.
They called some friends from here and there and forgot about the shoes.
And this dog trapped a nocturnal being underneath a car.
And that dog nosed a garbage can and sniffed around the bar.
And this dog called to that dog just to see what he was doing.
And that dog answered this dog back and talked about some new fun.
And because, of course, dogs sleep all day, and do not talk in whispers
All night long the hotel guests heard bark-bark, ruff-ruff, bark.
7 comments:
Love the poem.
That was a very good Poem. Loved it.
Looks like my sister did, too.
This dog said to that dog
we do exactly what we're taught, that's all.
This dog said to that dog why don't you back off us, Paul!
Jim
Obviously Jim is a dog lover and he didn't like the poem that I wrote.
I am with Jim....hahahhaah
Jim you are pretty funny guy!
Christine
Not sure that it was clear that this actually happened to us. While we were sitting at the pool, one of the dogs ran by with a shoe in his mouth, which Maya noticed and laughed at. Then I realized it was HER shoe and Opa took off after the dog.
Later when we came back to our cabin from being out, there was a big hole in our front yard and Maya's pink rainboot, which we had left outside of the cabin, was laying next to it, muddied from attempts to bury it.
Don't forget the cachophony of dogs howling on Saturday night.
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