My new casa

I moved to a new apartment this weekend. For various reasons, we decided to say good-bye to Chester and move out of our super classy glass house. I wasn't really excited about the prospect of apartment hunting, and I was getting nervous as I had a week to go and still no prospects. I looked at two other apartments that had been inhabited by two other teachers who finished last month. Neither of them had kitchens, which I find pretty important. Frank kept trying to sell me on the cable tv. Apparently we have different priorities.

Luckily, I managed to find an adorable little studio apartment, only a 5 minute walk from school. No more hailing taxis before 7am! I'll have a surplus of change now. From the time I looked at the place to the time I moved in, it improved. They painted the walls and added some gorgeous artwork. Instead of tile, the floors are wood. This place is not institutional at all. And... I have a closet! I can actually hang up my clothes! And I have a microwave! I don't have to reheat leftovers on the stove anymore! Although I do prefer making popcorn the old-fashioned way on the stove, so I think I'll keep right on doing that. (Besides, a single bag of microwave popcorn costs more than an entire bag of popping corn.) It's the little things that are exciting here in Peru, let me tell you. I'm also excited that the pipe for an oven in the Chinese restaurant below goes right through my apartment. Heating! I am, however, confused by the machine of some sort that causes the entire room to vibrate for minutes at a time. I guess I'll just have to get used to that.