Still on strike, still at home

The police are still on strike.  It just amazes me that a country will allow this to happen.  Gareth has now been out of school for 6 days.  He seems to be doing just fine with it.  Enjoying playing on all the eletronics we have here.  He has watched some of our movies I know at least 6 times. 

I on the other hand is going nuts.  As I sit here on the deck looking at the pool, I realize that I have done this so much lately that I recognize the peigons that come drink from the pool.  (Weird Brazil fact - There are no seagulls, pelicans or any other what I call normal sea birds.  Instead the pigeons walk on the beach and eat the dead crabs etc.  They are too slow to actually dive bomb and catch a live crab like gulls do, but they do they enjoy when the crabs have died for some other reason.)  After my Portuguese lesson today, I plan on getting in the car with Gareth and just driving north.  I hear there is a McDonald's and another grocery store.  Maybe I can find them.

We have nice malls here, but I am not the type of person that likes buying things just to buy.  Plus Gareth has the patience of a gnat for shopping, so dragging him along is not fun. 

Thankfully John will be back from Houston on Monday.  He is bringing a suitcase full of stuff that will make a little more like the U.S.  That should liven things up here while we sirt throught he goodies.  

He also informed me that he has to fly to Rio on Tuesday, the 14th, morning for a few days for meetings with the Brazilian oil company.  It will be nice to have him home for what looks like to be about 16 hours. 

Please excuse if I sound a little pouty.  I call this my adjustment phase.  The excitement of just arriving in a new location has worn off.  The feeling of oh my word what have we gotten ourselves into, we know no one has sunk in.  Once I get more adjusted and make friends life gets better.  At least right now I am getting to know the pigeons.