It's big. My host family is sweet. It's mostly a grandmother with a miniature poodle that is while and named Diana. I'm not sure if anyone else lives in the house, but I know she has five children and eight grandchildren and many of them come to visit daily. I live on the third floor...it's a slender house with three floors. My room is among the roof with the laundry and where the dog eats. I love the privacy and the immense morning light that comes pouring in, especially in the morning.
So, yes. It's a big city that will take some time to get smaller and get used to. One day at a time. This is my home for at least the next week...perhaps the next three months.
My rooftop balcony. It's kind of like camping out. There's a constant breeze, but I have the privilege of lights and plugs and a kind of dirty bathroom downstairs:) I'll get used to it, I hope.
My morning alarm clock. I woke up at 5:30am with pure white light and birds singing songs of sweetness. I think my routine will be an early exercise regime, and home early...as it's unsafe to walk after dark, which is 6:30pm. How things are a changing!
Toasting marshmallows on volcanic vents. Picking good hostels from bad. Moving into a sweet roof-top spot in an exotic city. It may be true that the worst day traveling is better than a good day at home.
ReplyDeleteGlad to hear things are staying interesting. Your new digs look like as close to paradise as you could get in the midst of a huge city.
Be well, stay safe, and look on the bright side. I hear the bed bugs don't hang out on the bright side....
Actually, I just mad that up. I hear bed bugs are pretty nasty. If you encounter them, don't bring anything home to the states with you.
Keep well,
Marc