Connecticut to Carolinas

We've had an eventful few weeks and are officially travelled-out.  At least until this weekend....Two weekends ago Diego and I took the train to Connecticut to see my brother, my dad and my grandmother in Pine Orchard.  Despite being a 5.5 hour ride in a totally full train Diego did great - there and back.  That said, he was so traumatized by the long train ride that when I tried to get on the metro the next day he screamed "NO TRAIN, NO TRAIN, NO TRAIN!"  We both had a really nice time in Pine Orchard and Diego worked very hard to clear the rocky beach.  He threw rock after rock after rock into the water with no sign of getting bored or tired.  I think I can say he is officially left handed/footed which I find very exciting for his soccer prospects.

Our long hike through the marshes to Stony Creek

This past weekend we drove 7 hours to make it to Bald Head Island, North Carolina.  There are no cars on the island so we took a ferry across and made use of the rental house's golf carts.  Between golf carts, the pool and the beach Charlie and Diego were in heaven.  Oh - and we stayed with Charlie's girlfriend Cici and her family.  Cici and Charlie were inseperable the whole trip and acted like an old married couple.  I loved eavesdropping on their conversations which were lengthy but hard to follow due to their lack of substance....
Charlie preferred the pool but Diego preferred the beach so he and I would enjoy long walks on the beach.  There weren't as many rocks to move so he settled for splashing in the waves.  We got to see the turtles excavated from a nest where most turtles had already escaped.  It seems that the turtles hatch and may climb for days to get out of the nest and waddle to the waves where they then get pummeled by the white water.  These were turtles that hadn't made it out of the nest after 3 days and were in danger of not making it at all. 

Charlie and Cici

The couple enjoying the view from the porch

The couple enjoying their ride

In between all this the kids had their 4 year and 2 year doctors appt which did NOT go over very well.  Charlie freaked out when the nurse brought in the 3 shots and I had to restrain him.  Both were total wimps about it and insisted that I carry them both the four long blocks to the metro.  I had been worried about Diego's language, but it seems to be progressing and beginning to put simple sentences together.  He is very behind where Charlie was at this age, but the doctor didn't seem worried and, besides, he has no problem letting us know what he needs/wants.  As for Charlie I worry about his whining and crying behavior, but again the doctor just looked at me like I was crazy.  We've been battling a lot and he seems to completely ignore me until I raise my voice which is SO annoying. 

School starts this week which has been another saga.  I'm really hoping the teacher is good....

Guatemala!

We just arrived back from a big adventure in Antigua, Guatemala.  My intent was to improve Charlie's spanish while enjoying a bit of travel myself.  We rented a house which came with a cook, house cleaners and a little pool so I was happy.  This was the first time we had been back in 5 years but the town is very much the same sleepy town with beautiful architecture and amazing gardens.  The chicken buses still spout terrible smoke which is annoying and both my mom and Charlie got a Guate stomach bug.  Overall we had a great time.  The town is surrounded by 3 volcanoes and we had a beautiful view of the Agua Volcano from the house. Volcano Fuego is active and we could see it puffing most days.  Here was our house and view of the volcano.

volcano agua from the patio

the fish man would come to our doorstep!

One of the kids' favorite thing about Antigua was getting around in tuk-tuk.  It's probably very dangerous but these ubiquitous scooter mobiles were the best way to get around.  Charlie and Diego screamed and waved every time one passed.

Charlie enrolled in a Guate preschool and then took a spanish class in the afternoon.  After the morning school we'd go get fresh squeezed orange juice and then make it home for a big lunch.  It was a very simple preschool but the kids loved him and he made a best friend named Dennis -- who he says he is going to stay in touch with by email!  The preschool - and Charlie too - marched  in the parade for Antigua Day.  Guatemalans (all of latin america?) take their parades seriously so these 3-7 year olds practiced their parade dance every day at school and came dressed in suits and gowns and stood in the heat for an hour waiting for the parade to start! (Charlie of course cried about the heat and the wait....). They marched for a block and then got on horse drawn carriages.  Here is Charlie in the parade.

 

Charlie celebrated his 4th birthday there with the craziest, largest pinata I've ever seen.  We only got the medium size - not the large size - and it was bigger than him!  We had to buy a 6 pound bag of candy to go with it.  Here are some pictures/videos from the birthday...

  

with his classmates before the smashing began!

After smashing the pinata in the kids sang to him and lined up to give him a hug!

Diego became somewhat famous in Antigua.  As you can imagine there are not many blond hair, blue eyed babies running around Guatemala so he stuck out in a serious way.  We couldn't walk a block without some one wanting to touch, hold or talk to him - it was almost as if they thought touching him would bring good luck.  He was especially famous among the indigenous mayan women who would often pop out of nowhere to pick him up.  Carlos instilled a fear of kidnapping in me so I panicked the first few times this happened. 

Our travel there and back was a bit of an adventure.  We stopped off in Fort Lauderdale for a great 24 hours of pool fun only to be followed by 24 hours of hell caused by Spirit Airlines.  I will NEVER fly on Spirit again - it's a scam airline that preys on low income people.  After 24 hours of hell we cancelled our ticket, bought an American Airlines ticket and took a cab to the Miami airport.  Coming back was also an adventure as our 'trusted' taxi driver stole our last 100 quetzales along with my mom's credit card. It left us with a bad last experience and made me realize that although I'd love to spend every summer there I don't want to be there without Carlos.  Here are some more pictures from around town: