It’s a busy week here in the Yucatan! We’ve got our noses to the digital grindstone, pumping out websites and articles and managing houses being built and houses being sold… it’s enough to drive these Working Gringos crazy!
And then comes a toca (knock) on the door (el timbre, the bell, doesn’t work because the dogs ate the bell. Really.) Standing outside was Brigida, Soco’s mother (and our former housekeeper), with a swaddled baby in her arms. Soco’s older sister, Maribel, had her baby on Friday (Caesarean section) at the local hospital. She had just gotten out and though they thought they had a ride home, they found out they did not. Somehow, they showed up at our office door, looking for help.
We quickly showed them in and got them off the hot street. Mari walked in, looking tired and weak, but happy. And Bernabe, the proud abuelo (grandfather), followed. The three of them sat down and Mari took our offer of a drink. She nursed the baby for a moment while Brigida told us her sad story of having no way home (all of Brigida’s stories are sad stories, even when they are happy ones). Beatriz, our able bilingual assistant, called the taxi service and we were all shocked to find out that a taxi to Tecoh (the biggest town next door to Oxtapacab, where they live) cost only $200 pesos.
While Mari reassembled herself and the baby, we slipped Bernabe the money for the cab, plus more for whatever else they might need along the way. The taxi drove up, and they drove away, thanking us for our help and looking relieved to be leaving the big city and going home to their Mayan pueblo.
The Working Gringos got their heads out from in front of these square-headed monsters and got to hold a three-day-old baby (not a normal thing for us these days). And we all got these lovely photos. We predict baby-clothes-shopping and a baptism in our future.