Logistics.

So we finally made it into a house of our own, our very own embassy. Great central location and a home with some character---the lady who lived here before us was an artist so the colors are quite bizarre…my room is decked out in drag plum purple and tiger print curtains—I’m downz. I have a loft in my room as well but whoever made the ladder to get up there is a tard…needless to say I have to wear shoes to get up the ladder and into bed. You can’t stand on the rungs with bare feet it hits at every worst pressure point in your foot and if you think you’re tough like I did the first night then you’ll be on the floor murmuring sweet sally trying not to wake anyone up till the cramp in your foot goes away.

Oh yea--we stayed at a hostile for awhile and met some awesome human beings—our little crew consisted of Alex from England, a Maria from Germany, a Maria from Switzerland, Marco from Germany—who is now living with us, and Rachel a fellow American…I slept in a room smaller than my room at home with six other people---the air was wet and smelled south of cheese but you got to meet people which was great. Honestly, I loved it but I couldn’t do it for a long period time. Great experience.