Waiting. Waiting. Waiting.

This is all the Lonely Planet says about Neiva:

You’ll have to pass through Neiva, the hot sleepy capital of the Huila department and a port on the Rio Magdalena. There’s nothing in Nieva of interest.

Me thinks it might be a bit harsh – but as we chug through our 2nd week in this city, I can’t help but wish (in a little way) that our kidoes were from some nice Caribbean beach.

As Ren mentioned, the rules are different this time around. The whole adoption process went through an evaluation process some months back and one of the upshots/downshots is that judges are more careful and diligent with pouring over the paperwork. We were spoiled with the girl’s adoption, as their paper work barely spent 36 hours in the courts. You constantly had the feeling of the ball moving forward.

In short, we’re very bored. We walk (a lot) and swim (often), but there’s just not a whole heck of a lot to do. We plan to spend a day at an aquatic park (probably Sunday or Monday), and there’s the Disney channel (which Diego loves…indeed, he’s happy to play with games and watch TV most of the day), but it’s still slow. I am able to get some work done (so at least I feel like I’m completing bits and pieces), but it’s not quite the same as 1) Having decent internet speeds to complete work and 2) Face to Face time.

I keep trying to think of this as the job. The job is to wait. You do the job and soon the job will be over.