After what seemed like weeks of searching, I moved into my new room yesterday. I live with a very nice Colombian lady and her son Swami, meaning "teacher of himself". He's young and quite energetic. In the flat there is also a young couple from Greece and a young guy from Germany, whom I have yet to meet. As soon as I met the Colombian lady, I knew I wanted to live there. She was warm and inviting, quite rare from the other places I visited.
Her only rules are:
"no carne. no zapatos. no fumar."
"no meat. no shoes. no smoking."
I don't mind the last too, but that first one might be a challenge. I am a lover of meat. She is a vegetarian and the smell of meat cooking makes her sick. So I can eat lunch meat and tuna, but I can't fry up some good ol' chicken breasts. I'll find a way around this. Any suggestions here would be nice.
I took some photos of my crib:
But first, let me start with my previous pathetic-excuse-for-a-room.
Mi Casa.
2 comments:
Derek this blog has got to be the funniest thing Ive ever read. I cant wait to see how long your chin hair is by then end of the summer, your going to look like an etheopian dude. Talk to ya later,
Max
Advice for the chicken.........make a fire outside and cook it there. or develop a spice or somthing the x's out the smell of meat, you could make millions.
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