Just a little picture of the sounds that we hear in our hotel room...
1. Sirens (different from the US, a little more like sirens from an old movie)
2. Bike horn- a guy walks around the street outside our hotel with a bike horn yelling something- I am really not sure what he is trying to sell.
3. Bells- people down here cook with propane and the propane truck driver has rigged up a bell to his little truck which he rings while going down the street, so anyone who wants propane will come out and stop him.
4. Doorbell- If you want into the hotel you have to ring a doorbell and an employee will come and answer the door.
5. Motorcycles, lots and lots of motorcycles
6. Carhorns
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Ken, Sherri and family! I have been trying to leave comments for a little while now but could really not figure out how! But I think its amazing how you finally have your girls and they are so beautiful! They will understand soon enough about whats going on in their lives! I really wish that what mom and dad did for heather and I, I would have realized earlier that it was the best thing for me and that I should have listened to them all the time! I cant change what I did in the past but I can change what I do from now on! Anyways Congrats! Now you two need to bring them girls over here so we all can meet them! LOL! Take your time because I know that you all need to feel good and ready to bring them here before you can! Well I love ya all! LATER!
ReplyDeleteKen & Sherri, the girls keep talking they can't wait to see you guys and the girls. They are excited about having some playmates. Krisi and I continue to have all of you in our prayers. Hope to see you soon!
ReplyDeleteImmediate Attention: Fresh applesauce and warm cookies .I know two little girls with black hair that would enjoy. Doors open and waiting. Love and prayers ,Aunt Edna
ReplyDeleteSounds: Anxious for the day when you hear horse and buggies, Jack barking,phones ringing,washer and dryer running,and I hear the sounds of little girls giggling,and the pitter patter of tiny little feet. Love you!Prayers, Grandma Miller
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