It took months (or was it years) before I finally explained the title of my We Can Only Speculate Peace Corps blog. So let’s not tarry with an explanation of this blog's title. Lo que hay . . . let's use it in a sentence. My cat wants to drink from the faucet and will not be dissuaded . . . oh well . . . lo que hay.
Lo que hay, depending on who is translating into English, varies a little. You’ll get: What is, or what there is, or there’s/it’s what there is. But in Samara, Costa Rica, be ye German, French, Canadian, or Texan, it means It is what it is. Everyone know that lo que hay has that specific meaning. Our favorite beach restaurant/bar is called Lo Que Hay! So in this blog when you see lo que hay, just think it is what it is. Well . . . perhaps, think it with attitude! And its pronunciation? Simply low kay I.
- The refinishing of the under-story fascia on the exterior of the home is not complete. But every month that this is delayed (until we move-in, of course) buys us an extra month for which we won't need to refinish said fascia as owners. It rains six months of the year in this land, so home maintenance will be a semi-annual issue. Ah, the joys of home ownership.
- The placement of our irrigation system won't be complete until the yard around the home has been re-graded for the pool. And what's the status of this re-grading? It will fall into place when Lubos deems it appropriate. No problemo.
- Where are our eight (8) fruit and nut trees? Well, as it's currently dry season in Samara, why plant trees? Why plant anything? Planting will occur as rainy season begins, at the same time that the irrigation system is placed . . . about the time we'll be moving.
- Gutters and downspouts must be installed. Again, in dry season this isn't an issue . . . and it provides a few extra months for our rain-chain design(s).
- We don't yet have a dryer vent. But why have Lubos install the dryer vent when there isn't a dryer yet? When our dryer arrives, its vent will be perfectly placed.
We live in Samara. It sounds a bit odd. Finca los Jalapeños has yet to grow on me . . . though yesterday I did color a toucan with a jalapeño in its beak. Sometimes I miss calling our home little Lot 6. But for now and evermore it's Finca los Jalapeños . . . and lo que hay.