And Off We Go… I Think!

Jorge The Builder

A few days before committing to the purchases, my friend had introduced me to this quiet, calm man while she and I were visiting another way cool project (that’s her story so I can’t tell it). He was building a house, I had told him about what I might be about to do and he had given me his phone number. The day after I signed, I called Jorge and we made a plan to meet over there.

Excited to be there with him and equipped with many questions (I have a page on my phone called “Things to Ask Jorge”), I knew he would want to see a drawing so before going to bed, I drew my vision on paper. It came right out of the pencil, having played with it while my family was here for Christmas.

But when I was standing there, under the morning sun, and asked to show what I had, I got a little shy and wondered if Jorge was going to laugh at it.

He didn’t. He turned it around a few times, asked questions, and nodded his head. We can do this, he said.

We talked about the septic tank, how to bring water (someone had mentioned hoses coming from the jungle and how they sometimes need to be disentangled when there are storms – I was hoping for another option), getting electricity, and more fun stuff. All kinds of new Spanish words, too.

Jorge said that he would give me a bid and I said that I would make sure we had the land marked as soon as possible.

This was getting fun.

My "Architectural Drawing"

Jose Luis, showing me “the lay of the land.”

A few evenings later, Alvin and his dad Jose Luis met me at sunset and showed me exactly where my land is. I was very happy to hear that the big white rock I had kinda bonded with was just within the lines and that I could keep it.

The next morning, Jorge, Lila and stood over there (Lila in the shade) and we “played house,” marking chalk lines where the walls will be.

To tell the truth, it was the most intimate thing I have ever done with a man with my clothes on.

Now we can start to see better!