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Surviving Fire in La Yacata

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Some warn that the world will be destroyed in a massive fire based on the words recorded by the Apostle Peter at 2 Peter 3:4-14. Therefore, fire is a possible Apocalyptic event. In that case, the best place to survive a fire, in my humble opinion, is La Yacata.

Houses just aren’t built of wood here, so house fires are rare even with the inordinate use of candles in religious thingys. That’s really good because most houses have bars on the windows which are supposed to keep people out but would also keep people in, in the event of a house fire. Most buildings here are no higher than 2 stories either, which is good, as there aren’t a lot of fire escapes to well, escape fires. However, wildfires are pretty common.

Fire is a regular occurrence in La Yacata for a variety of reasons. The area is very dry 3/4 of the year and any little thing might set off a major fire. Police officers throwing a cigarette butt out the window, a trash fire gone wild, a fire set to rid the area of overgrown weeds or clearing a fallow field, an unattended campfire caught in the breeze, deliberate fire setting in revenge for supposed neighbor’s wrongs and so on. Well, you get the idea. (See Hate Thy Neighbor)

There is a fire department in Moroleon, with its own Facebook page even. It’s actually in the same building as the Red Cross directly in front of the school I work at. You can call them and they will come (perhaps) to fight the fire. However, I’ve seen their equipment. The last time they arrived in La Yacata, there were 4 firefighters. One had the fire hat, one had the fire boots, one had the fire coat and the last one had a wet mop. All righty then! Plus, there is a cost involved. The person that calls has to pay, so hardly anyone calls.

It’s also possible to call Proteccion Civil and they’ll come out and take a look at the fire. Their gear consists of a telephone and a fancy pickup, not even a wet mop, but they don’t charge for their visit.

So, you can see, in the event of a fire, you’re on your own in La Yacata. Our fire safety procedure is pretty much “Circle the Wagons.” Once a fire has been sighted, we head to the roof to get a good look at where it is in relation to the house and which way it seems to be heading. Then we make sure everything and everyone are inside the walls of our little ranchito. All vehicles are parked in the garage, all animals are returned to their corrals, all family members are accounted for. Then we wait it out.

We have a “Defendable Fire Zone with Smart Landscaping” around our house. The front of the house is flush with the sidewalk/road area. There are no flammable items there once the vehicles are parked in. The right side of the house is flush with another brick building. The pigs at the neighbor’s will fry before the fire would reach us. The smell of burnt bacon should give us enough warning to evacuate in that case. The left of the house has an animal track that is wide enough to stop most blazes. There are no trees within 20 feet of the house either on the left side or behind the house. Our home and walls are brick. Our roof is cement. (See Up on the Roof that Nearly Wasn’t).

If the fire looks as if it can be controlled, we snap off some green leafy branches and start swatting away. After all, fire can do quite a bit of damage, not only to crops in the area, but also nopales (cactus) and tunas (prickly pears).

Once things have cooled down, the goats love to head out and eat the toasted vinas (seed pods) that fall from the mesquite trees. Yum! And soon enough, nature returns and the earth is covered yet again in sprouting vegetation.

So there you have it! Surviving a fire in La Yacata is not exactly a piece of cake, but completely doable, although I’m not completely sure that it would survive a firestorm like that which hit Sodom and Gomorrah back in the day.  Guess we’ll just hope La Yacata won’t incur the wrath of God while we’re living there.

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Surviving a Blizzard in La Yacata

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Snow in Los Amoles, Moroleon, Guanajuato March 2016

Yes, La Yacata is in central Guanajuato and the average daily temperature in the state of Guanajuato is 65 degrees F (18.1 degrees C), but a blizzard is possible, especially in light of global climate change. In fact, in March 2016, Los Amoles, which is another municipality of Moroleon at a higher elevation than La Yacata, did in fact, experience a blizzard.

So, looking at what the experts suggest in the event of a blizzard, how does La Yacata (or rather the Flores family in La Yacata) rate for preparedness?

In the event of a blizzard, make sure you have:

1. Working flashlight (check) We always have at least one flashlight that is fully charged. Overall, we’ve found the cranky handle type to be the best value for the money.

2. A charged cell phone (check) We charge our phones with the car battery inverter or power banks.  Although I don’t rightly know who we’d call.  I suppose it would be good to keep our emergency status updated on Facebook!

3. Battery-powered radio or television (check) We have a rechargeable radio, but no TV.  I expect this is to be informed about changes in the weather conditions, although both serve as a nice distraction when cooped up indoors. Instead of the TV, we do have portable DVD players.

4. Extra food, water, and medicine (check) My thyroid medicine is issued in 6 months supply quantities. I doubt a blizzard would last that long. We have an aljibe (dry well) and 2-3 tinacos (water storage containers) for water storage. We also keep a good supply of beans and rice for when there just isn’t anything else. We have milk when the goats are lactating and eggs when the chickens are laying.

5. First Aid Supplies (check)We keep a small first aid kit on hand. We also have aloe growing out back for burns and wound treatment although, in the event of a blizzard, we might have to dig it out.

6. Heating fuel (check) We not only have a small supply of mesquite wood but a chimney in which to burn it as well. And remember, cow patties and horse poop burn pretty darn good and we have a good source for both of those!

7. Emergency heating source (check) Our lovely chimney, of course.

8. Fire extinguishers (NOPE) But, I must say that only in one place in the 10 odd residences I have lived has there been a fire extinguisher available. And in that case, it did come in handy when my refrigerator caught on fire.

9. Carbon monoxide and smoke detectors (NOPE) We ought to maybe look into these for La Yacata.

Not on the official list but I would also recommend:

–a Kindle or other reading material (check)  We have a kindle and a nice large library to keep the cabin fever at bay.

non-electric cooking device (check) Our stove uses gas and our entire kitchen is fully functional without electricity.

On a Farm:

1. Move all animals to an enclosed shelter (check) Although our chickens roost outside and the goat area is outside, both areas have a roof and 2 walls. We also have enough room to move all the animals into a 3 walled area with our horses in necessary.

2. Bring extra feed to nearby feeding areas (check) With our recent remodel of Joey‘s stall, we have a nice area to store food.

3. Have an extra water supply easily available (check) Our aljibe (dry well) is right in our back yard and our tinacos (water storage containers) are up on the roof of the first floor.

So as you can see, we are fully prepared in the event of a blizzard or two here in La Yacata!

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Who’s on first? in Spanglish

traffic-policeman-whistling-holding-hand-out-to-stopSo last night, my husband gets home around 10:30, a bit worse for wear and unlocks the door. Before he can even pull the motorcycle in, a police vehicle arrives and he is accosted. He wobbles in the bedroom,wakes me up and says the police are here. WTF? So I stumble around looking for my glasses and drift to the front door, pink fluffy PJs and all. There seems to be some doubt as to whether or not my husband lives here. I’m a bit confused, groggy from sleep and ask what this is all about.

The short chubby police officer has his light right in my eyes. I’m sure it’s a technique they teach at asshole school. He says “Recibimos un reporte de que una casa fue robada aquí” (We received a report that a house was stolen here) or at least that’s what my foggy brain heard. I think what he meant was “Recibimos un reporte que se meterian a una casa para robar aquí” (We received a report that someone had broken into a house in order to steal things). But since he said what he said my question was “¿Cómo robaron una casa?” (How could someone steal a house?). I had visions of a house being jacked up and carted away. No lie! But my brain dismissed that as preposterous because the houses in La Yacata are made of stone, cement, and brick–much too heavy to haul away in the back of a pickup much less my husband’s motorcycle.

The light bearing policeman amended his comment. “Se metieron a robar algunas herramientas.” (They broke in to steal some tools) Again, my imagination went into cartoon mode and I saw the big bad wolf breaking into a house to steal a hammer. He may have meant the rebar and other construction materials that many of the half-finished dwellings in La Yacata have. But that’s not what I understood.

There was still some doubt as to whether my husband lived here. As I was obviously in my pajamas, I guess they decided I was a legit resident. Who wears pajamas to steal tools at some random abandoned house? My husband whips out his driver’s license. I have no idea why he did that as his license does not have La Yacata as his residence since we have no street names. (See Getting Legal–a driver’s license) Officer Chubs took it and asked him his name. I guess he was convinced because he did no more than instruct my husband to pull his motorcycle inside.

My husband could not leave well enough alone. He wanted to know who had called in the report that there was a robbery in progress in La Yacata. Officer Chubby mumbled something about it being anonymous and hopped back in his vehicle.

Remember, my husband was still tipsy, so the moment he gets the motorcycle inside, he accuses me of having called the police. I just want to get back into bed, but he follows me. He wants to know why I called the police. I said I hadn’t, but he wasn’t convinced. I tried to use logic and asked if he had been breaking and entering, but logic doesn’t work on a drunk (in case you ever feel compelled to try it).

He says to me “¿Hablaste con la policía?” (Did you speak to the police?) and I answered yes. “¿Por qué?” (Why?) “Because you told me to come to the door and I talked to them” was my response. I think what he meant was “¿Llamaste a la policía?” (Did you call the police?) but that’s not what my oh so tired brain understood.

He is determined to get to the bottom of this, so he called 060 which is like the dispatcher number. Or at least that’s what he thinks he called. Remember, he’s a bit impaired at the moment. Some woman answers the phone and he asks who called in the report that there was a robbery in progress in La Yacata because there was a patrol car outside. He asks a couple of times and I think the woman just hung up since it wasn’t an emergency. Like she was going to give out that information anyway.

So this morning, now that I’ve gotten my beauty sleep, I think this whole incident is hilarious, especially since nothing bad happened. I believe that the patrol truck followed my husband from the main road, determining that he was drunk and hence susceptible to extortion. He put a knot in their plan by going into the house before they could do whatever it was they were planning, maybe stop him for his tail light being out or something. So the story of there being a report on a B&E was pulled out of thin air to give their presence some legitimacy. When I came to the door, they realized there would be a witness, and a gringa witness at that, so the plan to collect a little Xmas bonus had to be scrapped.

My son, who had stayed snuggly in his bed during this altercation, said he couldn’t believe what happened, especially my obvious misunderstanding of the spoken Mexican Spanish. Well, so sue me. There are just some things that I don’t get, even after 10 years, especially being awoken from a pleasant sleep to talk to police who were obviously up to no good. (See Christmas in Mexico–Aguinaldo)

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