Two Cows, a black dog and three birds. travel blog


Day 87

We went to the grocery store today. It wasn’t quite as fun as it could have been. I went with Gosy, the kids and Perle. So, I didn’t really enjoy the experience. When I grocery shop, I like to go down every aisle and look at everything. It takes me a while to do the shopping. But, since it’s the only shopping I can usually afford, I have to enjoy the experience. With four extra people, I couldn’t really dilly dally around. Plus, since I didn’t really need anything specific, I couldn’t draw out the experience. It’s hard to explain to people why you feel a desire to go down the canned food aisle.

The most disappointing thing was that there is NO DIET COKE. How is that possible?!?!?! Don’t French people like Diet Coke??? The only thing we could find was Pepsi Max and Coke Zero. I don’t drink either one of those. I guess I will have to wait another 10 days to get a dang Diet Coke.

Perle’s husband Martin is a doctor – an orthopedic surgeon to be exact. I’ve had a lot of experience with doctors working in Medical Records for the last 6 years. For the most part, doctors are a pain. Martin, on the other hand, is so fun. I’m not sure if it’s the island setting or his personality, but he is so relaxed. He wears flip flops to work. He’s so normal. It’s good for me to see a doctor who just a regular guy.

It’s also extremely handy to have a doctor in the family. When Pela decided to stick a bead up her nose, I learned a very practical technique for the removal of foreign objects. I’m not sure what possessed Pela to stick something up her nose, it must be some primal need many children have. Sigh…

We had quite the discussion after dinner. Apparently Gosy’s mom is convinced that they’ve lost Gosy forever. I hated Madagascar so much that I have taken him away (again) and he will never return. Of course, Gosy had absolutely nothing to add to the discussion, so apparently that impression will now be taken as fact.

It’s not wrong that I didn’t have a great time in Madagascar – it’s a very difficult place to live. But, the entire family thought that we were moving to Madagascar permanently. There was a possibility that I might find a job and we would stay a few years, but with the political situation, there are no jobs to be had. A lot of organizations closed their wallets, packed their bags and left the country. The job opportunities were extremely limited. But, it was a great trip for the kids to get to know the family and for Gosy to reconnect. I don’t feel like we (I) failed in any way because we’re now returning to the States. Apparently I’m in the vast minority with that opinion.

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