Saturday, I moved into the director, Alma's, house. She lives with her husband, Giovanni, in a quaint little house surrounded by a walled in courtyard. The courtyard hosted a cozy little area full of trees and shrubs where I easily envisioned myself sitting and blogging or working. There was also a small garden house where their maid used to live.
Inside the house, the dining room and living room were spacious and covered with potted plants and tile floors. Straight ahead through the door, was the kitchen. Up a short flight of stairs to the right were two rooms, one my bedroom, and one Alma's office. My room hosted a bed, nightstand, desk, and dresser. It was very nice and cozy, despite being freezing cold. It was winter, after all, and Giovanni explained that the house was usually cold in the winter and cool in the summer. I would just have to bundle up for a few weeks.
I need to back up for moment and relive when Alma came to pick me up from the hotel. The guy who helped me wheel my suitcases to the car was a smaller gentleman, around my height. He insisted on wheeling all of my suitcases out by himself and when he was lifting them into the car, I thought he was going to have a hernia. It definitely took all of his strength to lift each suitcase into the car, and by the end, he was huffing and puffing up a storm. He looked like he was ready to keel over right then and there. Guess he got his arm workout in for the day...
I unpacked at Alma's and shortly after that, Leah and Hannah came over to chill. They lived two blocks away so we would be seeing lots of each other. The three of us, escorted by Giovanni, decided to check out the small stores down the street for some cerveza, or beer. The girls had already gotten three bottles of vino (wine) and we were looking to try other things...and no, we are not really all alcoholics, but when in Bolivia... We all walked back to Hannah and Leah's apartment and I ended up staying and chatting. We had a grand old time talking and sharing stories about our lives growing up. In their apartment building, they have a roof that looks over the city, which looks impressive at night. When it was too cold to sit outside, we went back down to the apartment and continued our story telling around, what is now called, the "Truth Table." There, we shared deep stories about each of us and talked about, well, girl stuff. It was a fun night, filled with laughter and great memories.
It sounds so wonderful, glad you have them to hang with.
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