Pharmacy Visits...and "striking" in the BUFF?

Yea...everyday is an adventure...

Yesterday, we were interrupted from the beginning of our home family fellowship by a call from our local friend who was at a mattress store trying to find a soft mattress topper for our beds. (Still our bodies are not accustomed to sleeping on the hard pan mattresses)

He requested that we immediately jump in a taxi and make our way to the furniture store to make our selection. SO..off I went with our most recent arrival...we'll now call her "The Dutch Girl" who's come to aid us from The Old Place over this next month...speeding down the streets we were on our way to look at mattresses.

Then something caught my eye...it was one of those moments where nothing seems to make sense...there was a "thing" lying in the road...

...as I approached it was clear that the "thing" was a person! A person lying half on the sidewalk, half in the street...with no-one nearby (all the nearest folks were carrying on as if nothing was apart from the norm just a half-block away)...and this person was TOTALLY IN THE BUFF with his clothes lying in a pile nearby!

Now, mind you, we sped by at taxi-light speed...but all I can say is that his eyes were closed which left me wondering..."is he dead?" "is he drunk?" "why is no-one coming to his aid?"

Can't think of anytime in my life that I saw an unclothed person lying half in the roadway. And where were the police? Why was no one helping him?

Some questions simply will not be answered here.

Later, upon arriving at the furniture store, The Dutch Girl and I asked our local friend about the scene we saw...his response? "He was probably striking something." STRIKING SOMETHING? WHAT? ... his second response "Maybe his girlfriend left him and he's sad."

The Dutch Girl said it best..."Well, I wouldn't take him back."

On another unrelated, crazy note...

We needed to go to a pharmacy for some meds for Daddy. He's got a bit of a sinus problem and all our meds are left behind in the remainder of our suitcases at the first port of entry here...

It was late, we'd just been swimming with all the kids...and we walk into the neighborhood pharmacy where no one speaks English.

Now The Dutch Girl is along, which is good, because she lived here over the past year and is familiar with the concept of "rolling with it."

She, (The Dutch Girl), wisely advises me to make some sort of charades game of showing the girl working in the pharmacy what is wrong with Daddy.

"I was a theatre major...this should be easy enough"...I thought. So I pantomimed sinus pain and pressure...and she presents me with two boxed remedies...neither with a single English word or phrase.

Then I ask..."How many should he take?"

This began a long series of events, wild gesturing and angst on the part of the dispensing person...first we were told "two day"...then, "four...two four", then "one."

We began to chuckle and left...completely unsure if we had anything that would in fact help Daddy's ailment...furthermore mystified at what sort of dosage he should have.

He took two of each kind and DID wake-up in the morning...too funny.

He's feeling better now.

Life as a foreigner...ah...got to love it...

But as a good friend reminding me in an email just this morning...we're all aliens...just passing through...