Unpacking those 200+ boxes continues. As the number of boxes dwindles, the realization that something may not have been packed increases. (I can't imagine it, but it could happen, you know.)
While packing the suitcase for our trip to Santa Fe I couldn't find my smalls. Now, I did winnow out the ones that seemed like a good idea when purchased but were never worn. But I could only find two pairs beyond the three with which I traveled down to Mexico. Where were the rest of them?
For the last month those have been washed by hand and dried in the San Miguel sun. Like many in SMA, even if you are lucky enough to have an automatic washer, laundry is hung out to dry on your rooftops. Why buy a dryer and pay for the gas and electricity to run it when the sun is free? Thus our house came equipped with clothes lines on the azotea.
So it was with relief that we finally opened one more box to find a supply of my undershirts and smalls. Whew!
Now if we could only find those bags of coffee beans. The jar of Nescafe is about gone.
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