NEVER FEAR - JUST KEEP ON TRUCKING

For those of you who read this blog often, this will just be a normal driving  for me.  But those of you who are new to the blog, do not be alarmed for stuff like this happens all the time in my life and it is what I refer to as normal.   

We were moving into a condo in Puerto Vallarta from a beach town called Cuyutlan.  Sounds somewhat simple. ? (I will explain all of the events that lead up to renting the penthouse condo in the next blog.)

 I hired this man who was a friend of a friend for 2,000 mx to move me and drive and unload.  It is a six hour trip and a hard drive.  So two men showed up and loaded one rental house in Cuyutlan and then loaded up the other rental house in Cuyutlan and off we went. (the two rental houses will also be explained in the next blog) 

 Again I need to explain that years ago I actually went to a shrink and asked this person to listen to some events in my life and tell me if I was the one creating these - like having some kind of death wish - or is life just happens on top of me.  She told me that first of all I was the most capable and adaptive person she had ever meant.  She also said that I had the patience of JOB and that "s--- just happens - it seems more to me than most, but NO I was not creating or causing these events in my life.  

OK enough already.  We load up everything, get the dog, the birds, the kid and off we go.  Now mind you this man did not speak English and I do not speak Spanish (yet - ya I know but really I will learn the lang.)  So I had someone tell him that we were to met at this restaurant in Manzanillo for lunch.  We did but he also had a girl friend with him that he picked up somewhere?  

After lunch he said something about Casa and off he went with a truck load of my stuff and his girl friend and the other helper.  Now mind you I just had his cell phone number but I could not communicate with him so what good did that do.  

But trust in God and I took off with my truck loaded up. I had taken the birds out of their cage and put them into a box that was given to me when I bought the birds.  Butch gets front seat and the birds were up front in their box.  The back seat was filled with stuff and I shoved Ken in there on top of it all.  Butch is a great traveler and she was doing great but the birds were not happy campers.  The birds are squawking the whole trip, Ken is talking his head off and Butch is chiming in with her Butch talk.  My furniture is with some man in some truck who was going somewhere and I hoped I would see him again.

Next thing that I know - I have a bird flying around in the car, a dog trying to eat the bird, Ken yelling, me rolling up windows and driving on this horrible hairpin turn road for the next 100 plus miles.  I am in the mountains and there is no place to pull off the road.  

So what are the options?  I continued to drive with the bird flying all over the place and the phone rings.  It is the man with my furniture and he wants me to met him at the last bridge into P.V.  Only I do not know this cause of the language.  So he found a person who spoke English and then called me back.  At least I know he did not take off with my stuff.  It seems that the bird eat a hole in the box and got out.  Little escape demon.

By the time I got to P.V. I felt like I was staring in the Birds...What a joy it was to catch that little bird.  Well that was our moving trip to Puerto Vallarta.  I just know that someone else would not have experienced it the same way as I did. 

 Fair well from Butch

 The Birds

 and Ken and Donna