Thursday, May 16, 2013
Friday, May 10, 2013
Guest Post by Dempsey
Hello, Humans and thank you for looking at this blog... or blogspot or whatchamacallit. Ok, i'm offtrack. I will start with what I did. So, basically, this is what I did. I researched Roman mythology, wrote down what I learned, typed it, printed it and put it on a poster. Easy peasy lemon squeezey. Oops, I forgot that i'm holding an four-foot trident and i'm dressed like, I don't know, a roman. All right, i'm gonna tell you, whoever you are, whatI did, so you can do your beeswax.
Well, on the poster you can see (unless your blind. Oops, if your blind, you couldn't be reading this. Sorry.) on the left is our poster. I got the middle, Darius got the bottom-left, Nico got the top-left and last, but very not least, give it up for Jared Farmer, on the right. I wish I could have a cool announcer's voice during that bold. Oh, well, a guy can dream. Oh, and if your wondering, Darius' topic was Roman slaves (ouch), Nico's was geography, and last, but not least, give it up for Jared Farmer, in engineering (I already said the thing about the cool announcer's voice, right). Nico nor Jared dressed up, but Darius and I did. I made the trident and the toga. Darius made, well, he brought in handcuffs and made his toga.
This is just practically a close-up of the last picture. Move along.
This is our group. Jared on the right (the cool JF), Nico on the left (the surprising NE) and Darius on the middle-left (the awesome DM).
Again thanks for reading this blog... or blogspot, or whatchamacallit. Please comment if you like it so that I can know if I should write more... well, you know :)
Saturday, March 30, 2013
Time Marches On
We can't believe that it's the end of March, which means it's almost summer! That may seem a little overly-optimistic, but this time of year always seems to pass very quickly and the next thing we know we'll be back in California for the summer.
We spent Semana Santa in Carmen del Apicalá. About a 3 1/2 hour drive southwest of Bogotá, it's in "hot country". We got a 7 bedroom house with 3 other families. All we needed was the pool, food, and a blender.
March always brings a birthday in our family. We celebrated at Julia, an Italian restaurant.
We spent Semana Santa in Carmen del Apicalá. About a 3 1/2 hour drive southwest of Bogotá, it's in "hot country". We got a 7 bedroom house with 3 other families. All we needed was the pool, food, and a blender.
The Colombian version of the Otter Pop is Bon Ice. Kids ate a lot of these.
Linnea playing hair stylist with Izzy
Almost full moon
More Bon Ice bliss and Mickey Mouse pancakes at the breakfast bar.
We trapped a little scorpion in the house and let him go far, far away.
8 adults and 8 kids!
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
Sunday, January 27, 2013
Lil' D's 10th B Day Party
Let the festivities begin!
Giant Pick-Up Sticks
cake!
waffles!
Popping balloons with the help from the sun and a magnifying glass
But using a magnifying glass to pop balloons quickly turned to burning leaves. So we got some crayons and started melting them. But the kids kept going back to burning leaves. hmmmmm.
smokin' leaf!
Monday, January 7, 2013
B - Burros
Although Bonaire is situated in the caribbean, it does not offer the typical tropical landscape one might imagine. Lush green grass and palm trees are seen, but usually around homes or resorts. More commonly seen are tall Kadushi cactus, scrub-like divi trees, paddle cactus and thorny shrubs. This is the perfect environment for a variety of iguanas and lizards. Surprisingly, it is also a good environment for donkeys.
Brought to the island in the 1500's by the Spanish, the donkeys were used for transportation, namely salt from the south of the island. With minimal water requirements and the ability to eat about any type of scrub vegetation, they were well suited for life on the arid island. With no predators and little competition for scrub, the numbers increased over the years. Today, goats and donkeys can be seen roaming the less populated parts of the island. But most of the donkeys have found a home in the Donkey Sanctuary.
We hopped in our rented truck and drove about 10 minutes out of the main town to the sanctuary. We were greeted by a boy of about 13 years old. Speaking English with a Dutch accent, he welcomed us and we bought 2 bags of carrots from him. He warned us not to roll our windows more than halfway down because a carrot-seeking donkey might put their head into the car and then break the window with their chin! We heeded his advice.
The donkeys were really sweet and gentle. They would mostly approach the car, see if there were any carrots, then walk away. But after the carrots were all gone, we had one persistent donkey follow us for a while. He trotted along next to us and would periodically kick the truck. The first time I heard the loud thump, I thought I had run over a large stick or something, but the sound kept coming from the direction of the donkey. Linnea started to get scared, thinking the donkey wasn't going to give up on pressuring us for carrots. I was getting worried about our rental truck and the size of the dents this little quadruped was leaving. When he finally realized that we were carrotless, he stopped following us.
After we crossed the safe zone on the other side of the cattle guard, I got out of the truck to assess the damage. No dents, just scratches in the paint. I kept my fingers crossed that they would not be noticed by the rental agency under all the dust and dirt that had accumulated on the truck.
I mentioned to the woman in the office that a donkey was kicking the truck and she assured us that he was not being aggressive. Rather, when they run, their hind legs flail out to the sides. Okaaaaay.
Check out the Donkey Cam. You won't be disappointed.
Brought to the island in the 1500's by the Spanish, the donkeys were used for transportation, namely salt from the south of the island. With minimal water requirements and the ability to eat about any type of scrub vegetation, they were well suited for life on the arid island. With no predators and little competition for scrub, the numbers increased over the years. Today, goats and donkeys can be seen roaming the less populated parts of the island. But most of the donkeys have found a home in the Donkey Sanctuary.
We hopped in our rented truck and drove about 10 minutes out of the main town to the sanctuary. We were greeted by a boy of about 13 years old. Speaking English with a Dutch accent, he welcomed us and we bought 2 bags of carrots from him. He warned us not to roll our windows more than halfway down because a carrot-seeking donkey might put their head into the car and then break the window with their chin! We heeded his advice.
Just across the cattle guard, the donkeys were waiting for us, or for our carrots.
After the initial shock of seeing those lips up close and personal...
...Linnea got used to feeding them.
We are surrounded!!
The donkeys were really sweet and gentle. They would mostly approach the car, see if there were any carrots, then walk away. But after the carrots were all gone, we had one persistent donkey follow us for a while. He trotted along next to us and would periodically kick the truck. The first time I heard the loud thump, I thought I had run over a large stick or something, but the sound kept coming from the direction of the donkey. Linnea started to get scared, thinking the donkey wasn't going to give up on pressuring us for carrots. I was getting worried about our rental truck and the size of the dents this little quadruped was leaving. When he finally realized that we were carrotless, he stopped following us.
After we crossed the safe zone on the other side of the cattle guard, I got out of the truck to assess the damage. No dents, just scratches in the paint. I kept my fingers crossed that they would not be noticed by the rental agency under all the dust and dirt that had accumulated on the truck.
I mentioned to the woman in the office that a donkey was kicking the truck and she assured us that he was not being aggressive. Rather, when they run, their hind legs flail out to the sides. Okaaaaay.
Check out the Donkey Cam. You won't be disappointed.
Sunday, December 30, 2012
B is for Bikes
We all know that the Dutch have a sensibility about transportation and bicycles. In the Netherlands, more than 1/2 of all trips within cities are taken on a bike rather than in a car, taxi or bus. A bike can be ridden a in a suit or dress with heals while carrying a load of groceries in a basket.
Things are a little different on this municipality of the Netherlands. Although Bonaire is relatively flat and small, the roads were built first for cars, not bikes. Also, the heat makes it difficult for riding long distances. But that didn't stop us from renting bikes to ride to the town of Rincon.
We rented our bikes from Rolf, a Dutch man who started his mobile bike rental company 6 months ago. We called him and within a hour, his yellow van arrived with a variety of bikes, mountain and Dutch bikes.
We rode north from Kralendijk to the town of Rincon. Once we left the capital, the traffic lightened up a lot and it was very safe. Many drivers would wave as they passed. Most of them were divers that we would catch up to when they parked at the dive sites along the western side of the island.
It was a blazing hot day. Fortunately, we were able to stop at 1,000 Steps Beach to snorkel and have lunch. There were really only 109 steps (Dempsey counted). The beach was mostly coral, so it wasn't the build-a-sand-castle, hang-out-on-the-beach kind of place, but we did get in the water (briefly, the waves were a little big here and it was hard getting in and out... the kids were not fans). While we were eating lunch, this iguana came over to check out our back packs. He stayed for a while. Maybe he was waiting for a handout?
Rincon is nestled in a valley, so there was a huge hill to ride up and over to get there. With a 55 pound kid on the back of my bike, I only made it about 50 yards before I had to walk. She walked, too. Obviously. She was a good sport about it though. It probably took 20 minutes to get to the crest. But the downhill was fuuuuun. When we got to Rincon, we went to a market and guzzled down some sodas and a bag of Cheetos. We weren't sure what kind of place we would find for lunch (lunch #2) until we found this Chinese restaurant. The eggrolls were huge, the sweet and sour tasty and the vegetable fried rice hit the spot.
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Things are a little different on this municipality of the Netherlands. Although Bonaire is relatively flat and small, the roads were built first for cars, not bikes. Also, the heat makes it difficult for riding long distances. But that didn't stop us from renting bikes to ride to the town of Rincon.
We rented our bikes from Rolf, a Dutch man who started his mobile bike rental company 6 months ago. We called him and within a hour, his yellow van arrived with a variety of bikes, mountain and Dutch bikes.
We rode north from Kralendijk to the town of Rincon. Once we left the capital, the traffic lightened up a lot and it was very safe. Many drivers would wave as they passed. Most of them were divers that we would catch up to when they parked at the dive sites along the western side of the island.
It was a blazing hot day. Fortunately, we were able to stop at 1,000 Steps Beach to snorkel and have lunch. There were really only 109 steps (Dempsey counted). The beach was mostly coral, so it wasn't the build-a-sand-castle, hang-out-on-the-beach kind of place, but we did get in the water (briefly, the waves were a little big here and it was hard getting in and out... the kids were not fans). While we were eating lunch, this iguana came over to check out our back packs. He stayed for a while. Maybe he was waiting for a handout?
Rincon is nestled in a valley, so there was a huge hill to ride up and over to get there. With a 55 pound kid on the back of my bike, I only made it about 50 yards before I had to walk. She walked, too. Obviously. She was a good sport about it though. It probably took 20 minutes to get to the crest. But the downhill was fuuuuun. When we got to Rincon, we went to a market and guzzled down some sodas and a bag of Cheetos. We weren't sure what kind of place we would find for lunch (lunch #2) until we found this Chinese restaurant. The eggrolls were huge, the sweet and sour tasty and the vegetable fried rice hit the spot.
At the top of the hill before the descent back to our side of the island.
Looking to 1,000 Steps beach where we had lunch earlier.
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The ride back to Kralendijk seemed to go by quickly. We stopped a few times for a water break, to pick up or fins and snorkel gear that fell out on the road from our bag and take in the views. As we rode past 1,000 Steps, there was a huge iguana that had been flattened by a passing car. We hoped it wasn't the same one we had met earlier on the beach, but I have a sinking feeling it was the same one. Poor guy.
Tuckered out!
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