Dump-truck-loads of dirt delivered to galle: 12
Approximate number of cement blocks made so far: 2,500
Days before the rubber ball I gave to the little village kids popped: 3
Days before the soccer ball I gave to the big village kids no longer held air: 12
Approximate radius of sheep snot (from simultaneous sneeze/head turn), in feet: 4
Brothers who work abroad in Spain currently visiting the village: 2
Number of wives each will have before they return to Spain in May: 2
Motorcycles successively purchased for my village dad with Spain money: 3
Births in the village: 1
Average temperature range over a 24-hour period, in degrees Fahrenheit: 30
Dirt is being converted by four guys working mornings, sleeping midday, and leaving mid-afternoon into cement blocks for paving the compound and eventually building a second batiment.
Village soccer balls, much like rock stars, tend to live fast and die young.
As do most consumer products here. Why are we on motorcycle #3? I know the first one didn’t have the correct papers, but I’m not sure what was wrong with the second, and the third has a key-fob-activated alarm that required some explanation on my part. One of the other gifts this trip was a DVD player which I’m told was relieved of its magic smoke on the first try.
Wedding description forthcoming.