So, the Internado here in Ixiamas is raising three pigs they keep in a small shelter toward the back of their property.  With the kids gone on vacation, the responsibility of feeding our oinking little friends fell to me.  When I went to fill the feed trough on Saturday night, things didnt quite go as planned….

When I first opened the door, one pig who was poised to make a bid for freedom, darted between my legs and out into the night.  I turned around while hurridly shutting the door and followed it with my flashlight trying not to startle him.  Meanwhile, the two remaining pigs had managed to undo my hurried door locking and also wandered out of the pen.  At this point, I called the girls for help.  I didnt realize that the Internados more michevious dog considered himself invited as well.  When the girls showed up, I was chasing Scott, who was chasing the pigs in circles around the enclosure.  We did manage to run two back into the hut, but the third had had enough of the merry-go-round, and decided to dart off into the woods in earnest.  Picture a scared little piglet, followed by a yelping dog, followed by a lumbering gringo, all trampling through relativly dense jungle, in the dark, with only my flashlight and Scotts barking to guide the way, for about five solid minutes (you can run pretty far in five minutes).  Eventually I was able to tackle the pig and lug him back to the little hut, calling to the girls to find my way back.  Luckily I made something of a U and was pretty close to them by the end of my little jog.  So, fortunately, the Internado still has pigs. 

No other news I can relate is quite as exciting (except for maybe the bat Abby and I chased out of Katie and Abbys bedroom).  We are all well, both in health and in spirit.  Abby and Vickie are now in Rurrenabaque, for a brief vacation and to take care of some buisness.  The rest of us will go next week.  Our next blog will probably be from there!  Until then!