On a whim, we decide to move apartments, after seeing the flat upstairs from ours. It is similar, but warmer because it is higher up, and has a private balcony and lots of light flooding in. There is only one snag – if we want to move, we have to move now, before other guests arrive the next day. We have people coming for dinner.
We manage to get the stuff moved in under an hour, and are in, installed and cooking ten minutes before Paul’s Spanish teacher and her boyfriend arrive for dinner. Daisy, of course, is nowhere near ready for bed, but manages to go down ok in her new surroundings.
We now have a fantastic view of the mountains from all our windows, and I’m enjoying having a nice light kitchen to cook in (Mexican homes tend to be rather dark). We’ve also got the television in the living room now, rather than having the only cable point in the bedroom, which is great for the evenings.
We have a nice evening with Laura and her boyfriend, who is one of the first US Peace Corps ever to arrive in Mexico, though seems unimpressed by the fact that he still has to install computer networks when he wanted to do something else.
We lapse into English fairly early on, with three native English speakers, and afterwards I feel guilty that I should have practiced more. Laura puts salsa on her mashed potatoes (Mexicans!), but both of them seem somewhat over excited by the concept of apple crumble, so I feel at least I’ve made them one thing they liked.
After our guests leave, we realise we have some other visitors – rather more unwelcome. The cat that thinks it lives here has left some fleas all over the bedroom. Fortunately they seem uninterested in Daisy, but Paul gets bitten to bits. Resolve to fumigate the flat asap, and kick the cat out.
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