Dude in strange land

I'm here! Listening to some Djam Karet on the iPod, still eating serano jamon, still sipping a San Miguel. The kitchen is the only place i can snag the internet, which is handy.

I'm unpacked. This place is less than spartan. There's 4 of us here, although only two are here now. The owner lives in the living room. Now I really feel like an immigrant. This place is so small - 4 of us here is the equivalent to 11 people in a house in Paterson NJ. And now i also know why they have those bedee toilets, you know, weenie washers - cause there's no hot water! My shower was excruciating. I'll probably be looking for new accomodations after this month.

But I'm here, I'm not queer, get used to it!

Okay, I'm going to the bar down the street for some food. It's 11pm, but folks are just getting back from the football game and just getting started. They stay up all night here. I'll let u know how that works out.

On the way out here, several times I wondered if I had truly lost my mind. I needed help just to use the pay phone in the aeroputo so that I could get the key to my flat.
Then I couldn't find the door to the building my flat is in. Or how to turn on the hot water.

Tomorrow I brave the Metro! Boo yeah!!!