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After a wonderful week with my parents, brother, sis-in-law and niece, we have had a bit of a setback. My Googliagnosis (def’n: diagnosis made via extensive research at the university of Google) is rotavirus.
Both boys have been hit. They are just fine during the day and a big laundry-inducing mess at night. This is day 4 for Lil C and Day 1 for Lil D.
I feel lucky that the boys are old enough to understand what is going on and for their bodies to withstand the virus’ onslaught. I could see this would be devastating for an infant (and their parents). I was up till 4 am alternating between cleaning, comforting (though they seem to be less distressed than I am), and worrying.
Right now the boys are revelling in unmonitored and untimed cartoon watching.
I wish the rotavirus vaccine were recommended when these guys were babies. If you’re wondering why they didn’t get it before our trip, they are too old for it now.
The rotavirus vaccine is a liquid administered orally to infants. It became part of the Ontario vaccine schedule in May 2011.
Rotavirus kills 500,000 infants and young children per year worldwide, most in the developing world.
Since Saturday I have done at least ten loads of laundry with bleach. I have washed my hands hundreds of times and administered middle of the night showers a few times. The boys have been sipping filtered water all day long.
I cannot imagine trying to manage this without a good source of clean, safe, potable water.
The Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation began a rotavirus immunization program in Nicaragua (among other countries) in 2006. We are currently living only a few hours from Nicaragua. This program has had a tremendous impact.
Here are two slide shows that show that impact:
I optimistically look forward to a better night tonight and finally a first day of school for Lil C tomorrow. This was Lil D’s first day yesterday… though there was no second day today.
And something I find amusing:
I’ve had the Wineglass Marathon website open in a tab in my browser for about 36 hours now. I can’t seem to get out my credit card and make the payment though.
If you’ve experienced childbirth, you rarely remember the pain, but you remember that in that moment you felt pain (if that makes sense). That’s kinda how I feel about the marathon; I remember that I felt pain but I don’t remember what it felt like. And I think that ignorance in this case is not bliss, but a road block. It can’t have been that bad, could it have?
I almost registered for the NYC marathon lottery last night but then I looked at the prices and started adding up all the extras and the time around the marathon, and the waiting in line-ups and I decided that for my first time getting back on the proverbial marathon horse I want to pick one that is relatively stress-free.
So, Wineglass, Niagara, Toronto Waterfront, Montreal (too hilly maybe – the course is not set yet)? I need some input here from you marathon runners.
Onto the subject on the title of this post – the heat. It’s hot here. Running in the sun is hard. Even in our little gym, the treadmill is in the sunniest part of the room in the corner furthest from the little air conditioning units.
I’m still managing to get my runs in though… usually I’ll do part outside while I turn the A/C in the gym on full blast, and then part on the treadmill. The beach here is great for running if it’s not too late in the day. At low tide there is plenty of flat space and the hard packed sand is fairly easy to run on. The length of the beach there and back is just under 5 km. On the way out there is wind against you and then you’ve got a lovely tail wind to push you home. I think I might do this 3 or 4 times tomorrow for my long run (my bro is planning on doing half with me).
I brought my Fuel Belt for water – since I need it here – except I forgot the bottles. And those tiny little 8 oz bottles are not exactly easy to find here. May have to add that to my online order (or it’ll have to wait till someone I know is coming to visit). For the time being I fill a bottle at the gym and just plan my route around stores at which to chug bottles of water.
In Ottawa I would never be caught wearing this little on run:
Here it feels like too much clothing (sports bra, short top, skirt).
I have seen both men and women running in bikinis. I gagged a bit when I ran by the 55 yr old man running in a Speedo, a tight singlet over his pot-belly, mid-calf socks and sneakers.
This Week’s Running Rundown
Sunday: 11 km easy 2.5 km on the road; 8.5 km on the treadmill
Tuesday: 5 km easy 2.5 km on the road; 2.5 km on the treadmill
Wednesday: 4.5 km easy on the beach
Thursday: 10 km: 2.5 km warm-up on the road; 6 km tempo at 5:20 min/km on the treadmill; 1.5 km cool-down
Mon – Fri: plank to plunk down planks plus a set of 10 push-ups
Tues, Thurs: Speed strength training (one set per body part)
Have a great weekend! And don’t forget – I need advice on marathon selection.
I am sitting in the Spanish school‘s open air cafeteria enjoying a big bowl of bananas, pineapple and coffee as my boys have their first Spanish lesson upstairs.
An aside: There are no indoor restaurants here, and even businesses rarely have walls. There are roofs for when it rains, but no doors.
They boys are in the open air classroom to the left in this photo – actually I just looked up and noticed the classrooms do have sliding glass doors to close them off for quiet or rain:
Their teacher’s name is Silvia. It so happens that she has a two-year old son who is at the same school that the boys will be starting at next week – it also has a daycare component.
Lil D was reluctant to come here this morning. He whined quite a bit but realized he had no choice and went with the program. As we were waiting for the teachers to come greet the students (most from Switzerland; some from Canada and the US) Lil D told us he had a dream about his regular school last night and he is starting to miss it.
I have to remember that this a child who likes routine and clearly defined expectations. This transition may be more difficult on him than on his little brother.
After the introductions, Silvia took the boys up to her classroom and Derek and I listened to the school orientation (which included a presentation from the surf instructor who offers lessons in Spanish for extra practice, of course).
Silvia asked me to go upstairs after the orientation and I did. The boys had each drawn a picture of themselves. They looked happy.
The boys start their real school next week. I will begin taking classes here when they get to full day school. I’m pretty excited about that. I’ve always imagined a few weeks in a Spanish-speaking country at a language school and here I am!
I have figured out that four weeks of four hours per day of classes is the time equivalent of two semesters of university Spanish, not to mention the opportunities for immersion.
I figure I can commit to four weeks, doing my work in the afternoons. After that, I will re-evaluate. Perhaps the surf lessons in Spanish will be enough – ha!
Derek is going the Rosetta Stone route for language learning. He knows himself well and is not a group learner. If he gets started now with the basics, he will have ample opportunity to practice while we’re here no matter what method of learning he chooses.
Okay – the boys will be done soon so I’ve got get my work in while I can. After morning lessons, we’ll spend the rest of the day at the beach with my little niece, her parents and my parents who all arrived (very tired) late in the day yesterday.
Coming soon are posts about running in the heat (oy!), a metal utensil phobia in one son, and grocery price comparisons between Ottawa and tourist town Costa Rica.
It’s not too late to join the Plank to Plunk Down challenge. Today is Day 1!
Ooooh – just as I was about to hit publish the boys walked by me with their teacher as they went for a walk. Cute!
We are living in a tourist area. Every day is a holiday here and thus I just realized that today is New Year’s Eve.
HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YOU AND YOURS!
Last year at this time I set out at theme and some goals for 2011 and I think as a family we lived the theme and I personally achieved my goals (except the daily blogging but who really cares).
I am working on the 2012 theme and goals and will post here soon.
In the meantime, I’ve got so much to tell about our first days here in Costa Rica.
I now remember what I love so much about the country aside from the weather – it’s the people. They Costa Ricans or Ticos as they are known, are so warm, welcoming and genuinely happy to have us here.
Before I give you some examples of this hospitality, please note that we are taking these first couple of weeks as vacation. You will read that we have been to many restaurants… this is vacation life and not what we will do when we get down to real life.
So, some examples of Tico hospitality:
- Santos, our van driver from the airport, stopped twice en route so we could buy drinks and some clothes. He did not ask for more money for his time. He also suggested his daughters might like to babysit our boys and suggested we visit his home where he sells vegetables every Friday morning.
- We arrived at our condo and were greeted by our property manager Veronica who swept Lil C up into her arms and did not put him down until we were well-settled into our new digs. She made a point of also giving Lil D a few tickles and asked him lots of questions. Lil C keeps asking about her now…
- Though not native Costa Ricans, the managers of our property’s beach club introduced themselves, showed us around, and made sure to introduce us to all of her staff. Maggie, the main contact, constantly checks on us (without being intrusive) to see that we are comfortable.
- The bartender at our local restaurant wants to tell us about other smaller, quieter beaches we need to visit. He went and found out from the kitchen where and when the local farmer’s market is for me after I simply asked in passing.
- The waiter at the neighboring hotel, Capitan Suizo, remembered us from our last visit.
- The lady at the Italian deli that we love (more on this place to come) remembered us from our last visit and commented on how big the boys have gotten. She was so particular with the nut allergy thing bringing me the package of the gelato cones to read myself, and going through each menu item with me (no nuts in anything except a few gelato flavours)**.
- The manager at the language school immediately knew who we were (okay, they don’t get a lot of little kids so that was probably a giveaway) and introduced herself to the boys giving each of them little cuddles – I think Lil D finds the demonstrative warmth of strangers a little disconcerting but Lil C is a willing recipient.
The list goes on…
I have found that in other places we have been welcomed with a sort of superficiality, but here I feel the welcome is heartfelt and the people are happy and therefore warm and giving.
I read this quote about the Costa Rican people and it rings true to me:
“True wealth is not about money. True wealth is about relationships. The Costa Rican people know about this and they share their smiles and happiness with travelers.”
And there you have it: warmth in relationships and weather – we’re happy with this on the eve of 2012.
**I am so pleased with the nut situation here. I will write a separate post on this.
Feliz año nuevo!
P.S. Thank you for all your wonderful comments – I love reading them!