hoes before bros

I have better pictures than this - I had big plans and creative ideas for this blog...but after 4 consistant days and many, many, many technical difficulties...it just doesn't seem meant to be...

Alrighty folks, so day 6 of 14 has already arrived, and after completing this week’s final day of work, which followed a night of letting loose, getting to know one another, and intelligently debating the origin of humanity and vegetarianism (somehow both topics were entertained in the same conversation) during a somewhat needed wine tour, the team is at present on a bus towards the city of Ochrid for the weekend.


You should be happy to know that our abs have been worked over this first work week not just from the plaster muscles or the time paid in the “heck trench,” but from laughing(the things that make us laugh appear to become more ridiculous with each passing hour spent in the sun, staring at gray and white blank walls, or digging in the dirt. Our busy Canadian life-styles have been reduced to straight-line thought process of either plaster on, plaster off; (wax-on-wax-off), plaster on, plaster off; plaster on...or various words we classify as “trench mouth” that simply aren’t appropriate for the world wide web - what happens in the trench, stays in the trench. Trenching and plastering have become ways of life over here in the meat-filled country, as we all have been forced to embrace the disorganized, non-scheduled Macedonian way of life (at first met with much Canadian resistance and failures at enforcing efficiency). There has been mention of some anxiety that we’ll be caught trenching in our backyards back home, or plastering unnecessarily when the skill is lacking transferable potential completely. BUT...no complaints; we are happy to smooth the walls and do the dirty work.


However eventful our build has been, as we revel in the details and simple pleasures that come from giggling over our obsessive and needy relationship with the trench, our in depth conversations through our 1-star hotel’s bathroom walls, killing more and more flies, take pride in finishing smoothing walls and even rooms, making bracelets, buying watermelons, and watching more and more soccer with the locals (granted, we’ve had to deal with curing the depression of a certain German team-member)... my rambling simply just doesn’t do these details justice....pictures speak louder than words;


Here’s the essential info you should know...The Trench has been completed...the hole that we’ve grown to love as we poured our existence's into will be oddly missed as we leave for the weekend. Here’s to hoping it won’t cave in over the weekend or some hearts may need some revival.