I only got Jared to come by telling him there would be free pasta dinner. He wasn't tempted by the free tube rides or the socializing in the water, although I'm sure if I had brought his swim suit with me I could have talked him into it and he would have enjoyed it. The man takes his schooling so seriously that I think he sometimes forgets that he lives in an island paradise. Good thing he has me around to remind him.
Once we had eaten our pasta dinner, we both enjoyed talking to friends and laughing in the sun. And the tube rides? So great. It was all the thrill of tubing on Utah lake, but with clean sea salt water tickling our faces and without the constant fear of flying painfully into the water. Jared left early to go back to the library, but I know we both enjoyed the little Saturday afternoon study break.
On Sunday, my older brother told me that based on the pictures he's been saying lately, he's pretty sure we actually live in some old apartment in New Jersey and we've been lying about living in Grenada. To him I say, "See for yourself." (read as Napoleon Dynamite)
And because I can't get over them . . .
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| BBC Beach |
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| By the crab field |
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| Our house |
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| Our lemon tree (lemons are green, limes are yellow, oranges are also green--I promise) |
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| A church down the street (and a cool blue house behind it) |
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| View from our porch. Sorry if the lighting on all these pictures is blinding you. |
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| Today our tree was covered in the same caterpillars I saw last month, but miniature |
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| The big caterpillars were twice as big as last time. It was disturbing. Also disturbing is the flexibility of this guy ^^ |
I have a condition thing that causes extreme discomfort and pain when it flares up. Sometimes it will cause me trouble for weeks at a time, and sometimes I'll go months without feeling its nasty presence. Since coming to Grenada, I haven't had any trouble with this condition. Until yesterday. And man, it is not letting up.
Back in Utah, the only relief I could find from the pain was in hot baths and heating pads. Unfortunately, we don't have a bathtub here and a heating pad is something we didn't think to bring.
Fortunately, Jared had the bright idea of adding rice to some retired socks and nuking them.
Unfortunately, we don't have a microwave.
Fortunately, this third-world-country thing has turned me into an unnervingly creative human. Our crockpot has recently become quite the big cheese in our kitchen when it comes to dinner prep. (Literally, most of my crockpot recipes include a diabetes-big amount of cream cheese.) So my thoughts turned to our little Rival crockpot to solve my sock heating problems.
I plugged the crockpot into the only outlet that can support its wattage needs and let the rice-filled socks heat slowly in its belly. Half an hour later, I extracted one piping-hot sock from the chamber and it was exactly the sweet pain relief I needed. Ever since, I've been rotating the socks out of the crockpot so I can have one makeshift heating pad available at all times. Our apartment may smell like a high school gym, but it radiates with the light of two brilliant minds.
Dear Future Children,
Your lives are not even hard. Stop crying and do your homework.
Love,
Future Mom
Hey, at least it's not Chikungunya.
Back in Utah, the only relief I could find from the pain was in hot baths and heating pads. Unfortunately, we don't have a bathtub here and a heating pad is something we didn't think to bring.
Fortunately, Jared had the bright idea of adding rice to some retired socks and nuking them.
Unfortunately, we don't have a microwave.
Fortunately, this third-world-country thing has turned me into an unnervingly creative human. Our crockpot has recently become quite the big cheese in our kitchen when it comes to dinner prep. (Literally, most of my crockpot recipes include a diabetes-big amount of cream cheese.) So my thoughts turned to our little Rival crockpot to solve my sock heating problems.
I plugged the crockpot into the only outlet that can support its wattage needs and let the rice-filled socks heat slowly in its belly. Half an hour later, I extracted one piping-hot sock from the chamber and it was exactly the sweet pain relief I needed. Ever since, I've been rotating the socks out of the crockpot so I can have one makeshift heating pad available at all times. Our apartment may smell like a high school gym, but it radiates with the light of two brilliant minds.
Dear Future Children,
Your lives are not even hard. Stop crying and do your homework.
Love,
Future Mom
(not my phone)
If any of you were waiting for a sign that you should come visit us in Grenada, this is it. You can get round trip tickets from Utah to Grenada for $697 if you come in February! I realize that most of you will be in school, but I hear that the weather is excellent here in February so if you can make it happen, you should.
In other news, there's been a mosquito-spread virus going around Grenada for the past few weeks. It's called Chikungunya. Despite the fact that it sounds like chicken-goon-ya, it's actually a really nasty sickness that causes severe pain and rashes and horrible feelings all around.
When people first started getting the virus we were like, "Eh, only people in poorer sections of the island will get this." But now we're hearing of more and more friends from school and church getting it. I have one friend who got Chikungunya two weeks ago and she still spends most of her days in bed. She says it's the worst pain she's ever experienced, and her entire body is covered in a nasty rash.
To make things a little bit scarier, there's only one brand of mosquito repellent that really works on the island, and every time a new shipment comes in it's snatched up within hours. I'm down to the last squeeze in my bottle of Odomos mosquito repellent, and I don't know when I'll be able to find more. Yesterday, a Grenada doctor announced that the Chikungunya virus has reached an epidemic level. You can read the article here if that's your thing. I'm sure I'll catch it at some point, and when that day comes you'll be the first to know because all I'll be able to do is sleep, vomit, and blog. Also, the symptoms can potentially last up to a year, so blog postz for monthzzzz. (Also 100 people have died, but I think that's across the entire Caribbean and not in Grenada. Don't worry Mom, We're not going to die.)
Wow, that was a poorly formatted post. "Come visit us! Oh and there's a virus on the island that kills people. But still come." It will have blown over by February though, and we'll have a stockpile of repellent. So still come. Please.
Psh. Third world problems . . .
"Ehhhh, ehhhhh!!!" I screamed as my face puckered up and I hopped around. Sour as a lemon, it was. The taste was unique and really quite good, so I kept dipping back in for more, but gosh that stuff burned going down. The acidity from one small passion fruit could probably give heartburn to three grown men. But as sour as it was, I was so intrigued by the taste that I immediately hit up allrecipes.com to see what I could make of this abundant and cheap tropical fruit.
Brazilian Passion Fruit Mousse. That's what I came up with. The recipe called for the juice of 8 passion fruits, 1 can of sweetened condensed milk, and some cream, all whipped together and chilled.
What actually went into it was some fruit, some dairy, the blood of one finger, and the sweat from two pits. But all things considered, it turned out all right.
Noted, body. Noted.
₪ your husband asks you how much time you want with him this evening and you just laugh and say, "ya, riiiiiiight" because you know it must be a cruel joke with only one pathetically small right answer. It is.
₪ you go to sleep with no one in your bed, and you wake up with no one in your bed, but there's a drool spot on the pillow next to yours so you know there must have been someone in your bed at some point during the night.
₪ your husband still doesn't know what he wants to be when he grows up, and neither do any of his classmates. Pediatrician? Surgeon? Urologist? Radiologist? There are a hundred options.
₪ you devote 10% of your grocery budget to various Cadbury chocolates to get you through the especially lonely evenings and to nibble on when you wake up at 2:00 a.m. from yet another nightmare about still being in med school at age 80.
₪ you have to bribe your man with back massages if you want anything non-school-related done, and then said back massages turn into anatomy review sessions.
₪ your student loan debt is bigger than the debt your friends are about to accrue by buying a full-on house.
₪ you know you'll make at least four major moves in the next decade, but you have no idea where any of those moves will take you, and you probably won't find out until two weeks before each move. Could be New York. Could be California. Could be the Bahamas. Wherever you go though, it's bound to be an adventure and give you waaaay more life experience than you ever would have hoped for before you married a medical school.
Then I looked at the rest of the tree, and it was covered in 'em!
Geckos are everywhere here. There must be a dozen of them living on our house. They're friendly though, and they eat all the bugs, so we like them to stay close.
Stay tuned for future episodes of Creatures of the Caribbean! There are these freaky huge green-blue ombre lizards that I see from time to time, but so far they've been too quick for me to be able to get pictures. In the meantime, let your imaginations run wild.
I just have to brag about mah husband for a sec, because med school is our life and he is rockin' it.
(But first, please appreciate his cute long-sleeve plaid button-up shirt. It may be a trillion humid degrees for me all day, but he gets to escape to freezing campus buildings. Lucky.)
Jared's first big exam was on Monday. All 800 first-termers crammed into the SGU testing center and showed their stuff on the Unified Test. I had been warned by upper term wives that half of the students get failing grades on their Unifieds, and that it's designed to scare them into studying harder.
I told Jared this so he wouldn't be devastated if he didn't get the scores he wanted, but he shrugged it off and was like, "I want to get all A's." And he studied all day and night to prove it.
Well, test day came and I met him outside at the end of it so we could get a head start on the beach.
(Students take advantage of test days as their only afternoons to relax and really enjoy the island.)
I found Jared outside, huddled in a circle with some distressed-looking school friends.
"How'd it go?" I asked him.
"It was so easy," he whispered into my ear. "But don't say anything."
I stifled a laugh, and we hopped into a little car with all his friends to enjoy an afternoon at the beach.
The beach was deserted, except for an older couple who were getting married a little ways down. So romantic! It was a small wedding, and we cheered for them from the water after they became husband and wife. They looked like the happiest people in the world.
For lunch, we all walked to a little restaurant called La Luna. It's part of a resort on the beach with great Caribbean ambiance and a fantastic breeze. Consistent with the slower pace of Grenada, it took two hours to order, eat, and get our checks, but it was perfect. No one was about to complain about two hours with an ocean view, a breeze, and our husbands' full attentions.
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| Couples, Front to Back: Tori and Billy Strong, Tessa and Zach Wadsworth, Laura and Jared Lambert, Laina and Tim Blackner, Kayla and Evan Rogler |
Our friends here are the funnest people. On the way down to the beach, eight of us hopped into one tiny island car. Six sat in the car, and two sat on the car, holding tight as they balanced on the trunk. There are no traffic laws here so it wasn't a problem, but the roads are terrible and the drivers are crazy so it's important to hold on tight. We had a great afternoon together, talking and snorkeling and attempting to do headstands on the beach.
When we got home that evening, Jared checked online for his test scores. And wouldn't you know it, he got two A's and one B! If that's not impressive enough, the class averages were in the mid 60%s for one section and low 70%s for the other two sections. We were all smiles! To celebrate, we went grocery shopping together (can't stop this party train) and ate cinnamon rolls for dinner. We're still working on living a "healthy lifestyle."
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