Job three

After a half mile walk, not kidding, to drop off the trash we stopped at our favorite internet capable restaurant for some food and to write you all. Not much has happened, except I have got a new job at a place called the Green House during the day. Yes that is job number three, but in this economy it is necessary.

This island is so slow, just yesterday we opened a bank account. It takes three business days to actually open. As you all know, that are reading this, we are in the technology age. A few key stokes can give you tens of thousands, but here the largest bank cannot open an account for three days. On top of that it takes a month to get a debit card. I would expect this in Nicaragua but we pay federal taxes here. Welcome to paradise.

Even with all these frustrations we get to go diving in the ocean every day while you are all shivering in the cold. Stay tuned for Mondays excursion, we have to go get our health cards. For all of you that know what that entails feel sorry for us, the rest of you, you will soon see.