So here’s an obligatory quick post about my living situation. I’m living with my host mother, Marta (who has been wonderful so far) and another student from my program, Danielle. Right now, I’m serving as a language conduit between the two, since Marta speaks almost no English and Danielle is a relatively new Spanish speaker. It’s good for me to translate – I listen closely and am able to work on my phrasing in Spanish. We are all getting along quite well.
My room is great – huge (perhaps the size of my spot in NY, which I shared with my roommate), well-lit, and comfortable. I have two big glass doors that open out to a balcony facing the jardín botánico. (For those of you familiar with the city, I live right on Ave. Santa Fe). I love these doors at all times except 8 AM, when the sun pierces the slightly too ethereal curtains. But it’s a minor concern.
My housing contract includes breakfasts and dinners every night except Saturday – the food has been delicious so far. I wake every morning to a set table – tostadas (mini toasts) with butter and marmalade, fruit, coffee, and a glass of fresh squeezed orange juice. Dinners have included spinach ravioli & ham in a cream sauce and fish with sweet potatoes and a carrot salad. I’m doing alright.
More on food later.