Picking up the past

Tampa, FL

How fun that I found my old blog! It's like a trip down memory lane. My gosh, I thought as I read it, doesn't that chick write with wit lol! My now husbandless world has been devoid of artistry if not anguish.  I have a lot of catching up to do so I'll probably be up all until the wee hours, churning out pent up sagas of woe and wit.

But, you ask, how did I misplace my husband?  You missed it all so I will rewind back to Tampico, the hole of hell.........

After we leave Tampico, poorer and angrier, we contemplate turning back but that would mean going through Tampico again..we have to continue forward but decide we night need the steering column.  With trepidation, we pull over by the basura bin on the side of a hopefully infrequently traveled road. My husband pieces together the steering column enough to drive us to our next stop. However, I do insist on putting all the kids in my vehicle just in case my husband does himself a serious injury due to his "fixing". I think my caution stems from the time he tried to kill me by putting the air filter back in the heater the wrong way when we lived in a real house! He said it wasn't so but we both had spent years trying surreptitiously to murder each other :)   I know he loved me really.

Some info from Wiki on the "Rich Pool" that is nowhere near the water!

Quick facts

Poza Rica, formally: Poza Rica de Hidalgo is a city and its surrounding municipality in the Mexican state of Veracruz. Its name means "rich pool", because it was a place known for its abundance of fish.Wikipedia

Nevertheless, I felt we had reached a new niveau in Mexican civilization. Gone were the potholes, for the most part, buildings had paint on them, and people looked less morose. Happy children approached our vehicles selling pieces of mango and papaya in little plastic bags. I bought some but ate tentatively since they probably didn't sing "happy birthday" while washing their hands. Coming from an extensive career in the food industry left me somewhat paranoid about food contamination. Even my little chefs would not touch food at home without washing for two whole minutes and here they come to discover that it was all for naught. Other kids got away without washing for weeks, it seemed! Still, the hearty goodness of the fruit overpowered the nasty killer bacteria and we lived to see another day. I did notice my husband did not eat any ... no doubt, he was trying to kill me again..

I will leave you in Poza Rica for tonight with some warming thoughts of soon reaching the azure, tepid waters of north Central America and the achievement of our dream...