Who's the blog lady now I ask you? This makes three entries in one week. I figure I had better get my time in while I can. It's sure to take several weeks to get internet hooked up in the new house. And I'm pretty bored in the hotel trying to tune out Spanish Barney... so what fun! blog entries! discussions! observations!
First of all let me just say that the jig is definitely up. I thought to lock Milly (or rather zip her) up in the Sherpa bag before going off to breakfast this morning and it's a good thing I did. Despite that fact that I hung the do not disturb sign on the door, the unfriendly maid was in my room cleaning away anyway when I got back. Usually I stash the cat bowls and litter box and bowls before I turn the sign around and let them in but she'd barged in oblivious to my privacy notice, or maybe not so oblivious. And instead of greeting me she bowed her head down and mumbled which bugs me. I hate that she does that. This time she was particularly grumbly and mumbly and I found out why a few seconds later when the putain manager showed up--the wenchy tattletale had ratted me out! Anyway the manager was nice about it all and I promised that Milly would be somewhere else in 48 hours or less. I guess we'll have to leave her in the new house alone and drop by daily to feed her.
For the record the litterbox does not stink. We change it daily and poop scoop it right away flushing away all evidence. And the box is actually a giant high sided tupperware thing with a snap-on lid so it doesn't smell or leave litter shards when the maid comes. In fact I had just changed it that morning. The maid left a dramatic message. When we came back in the cleaned room after speaking with the manager it had been sprayed with a ton of lavender air freshener. It was ridiculous and I had to open the doors to get the smell out. Her official "I hate germy cats" message. Muchas gracias.
The French couple we met last night were very nice. The wife is actually Brazilian and she was definitely the sterotypical Brazilian, --bubbly, talkative, beautiful and friendly with a humorous distate for living in France. Her integration into the life here made me envious. She was on the phone non-stop the entire evening chattering away in accent free Spanish. It made me feel like I did when I first moved to France. I longed to be immersed and to be able to speak. I knew it would take time though and that frustrated me. Right away she invited me and Little S to her son's 6th birthday party next week. It's a big affair being held in a rented hall where 100 people will attend. I'm not sure I'll get used to the gradeur of the parties here. It seems to me you invite the world to your parties. I'm more of a small dinner party kind of girl so I'm sure to offend the extended circle, --our banker, the gas station attendant and whoever else we're expected to invite to our parties. Seb encouraged me to go to the party so that I could meet some people, something I'm definitely not worried about here but I suppose it's a way to get out and make my debut (and meet their banker, gas station attendant etc.)
As soon as we arrived at this couple's place Seb and I were both impressed with their enourmous gated house. Although it sat directly on a street it was entirely enclosed. It had a wonderful half acre yard with a small concrete wading pool perfect for little kids. The house itself was huge, four bedrooms a maid's room and an office. It had a fireplace and a pool house. There was so much storage it was ridiculous. And the closet in the master bedroom was the size of our entire bedroom in the new place,-- a walk-in for a true clothes-horse (I noticed she had it packed to the ceiling too). I had to ask how much they paid because curiosity was getting the best of me. It turns out they were paying a lot less than us and the house was available for rent. I gritted my teeth and so did Seb.
But in talking with the couple longer we learned that it was difficult to heat the enormous house in the winter which is for at least four months out of the year. During those months they spent their evenings huddled up in the eat in kitchen (yes it had an eat in kitchen *sigh*). Well, since Mexican houses don't have heat or air conditioning and they have to rely on tiny space heaters for each room a house of this size with enormous ceilings would be a nightmare to keep heated and you'd end up blocking most of it off. Also the master bedroom had ugly, gray carpeting which kind of smelled and the kitchen was a little on the ratty side with old, outdated appliances and broken hinges on the colonial style cupboards. I consoled myself with this and decided that our pretty, modern house was just the right size even if we have to pay a little more for less space. And besides our new motto is "less is more." We don't want to accumulate too much stuff over these next few years. We just dejunked our house and it feels good to be minimalists.
After more discussions we also found out that without even knowing it we are in what is the most chic neighborhood of the entire city. Whoa do we have good taste or what! I'm not sure what makes our neighborhood so special. We have one of the biggest gates on our community with two guards on duty and it's all electronic so we have a little clicker to open it, whoop-dee-doo. And apparently as we found out our house was rented previously by a Brazilian model and her soccer husband. I don't know why this struck me as funny but it did. I started laughing and couldn't stop. It amuses me to no end how everyone knows everyone's business here. And it makes me laugh because I have come such a long way in the last year --from showering outside in sub zero temperatures to showering in the former shower of a Brazilian cover girl in one of the most posh communities in the whole city.
Excuse me while I bag my cat and head out to Walmart. I'm in some serious need of some fresh air.
First of all let me just say that the jig is definitely up. I thought to lock Milly (or rather zip her) up in the Sherpa bag before going off to breakfast this morning and it's a good thing I did. Despite that fact that I hung the do not disturb sign on the door, the unfriendly maid was in my room cleaning away anyway when I got back. Usually I stash the cat bowls and litter box and bowls before I turn the sign around and let them in but she'd barged in oblivious to my privacy notice, or maybe not so oblivious. And instead of greeting me she bowed her head down and mumbled which bugs me. I hate that she does that. This time she was particularly grumbly and mumbly and I found out why a few seconds later when the putain manager showed up--the wenchy tattletale had ratted me out! Anyway the manager was nice about it all and I promised that Milly would be somewhere else in 48 hours or less. I guess we'll have to leave her in the new house alone and drop by daily to feed her.
For the record the litterbox does not stink. We change it daily and poop scoop it right away flushing away all evidence. And the box is actually a giant high sided tupperware thing with a snap-on lid so it doesn't smell or leave litter shards when the maid comes. In fact I had just changed it that morning. The maid left a dramatic message. When we came back in the cleaned room after speaking with the manager it had been sprayed with a ton of lavender air freshener. It was ridiculous and I had to open the doors to get the smell out. Her official "I hate germy cats" message. Muchas gracias.
The French couple we met last night were very nice. The wife is actually Brazilian and she was definitely the sterotypical Brazilian, --bubbly, talkative, beautiful and friendly with a humorous distate for living in France. Her integration into the life here made me envious. She was on the phone non-stop the entire evening chattering away in accent free Spanish. It made me feel like I did when I first moved to France. I longed to be immersed and to be able to speak. I knew it would take time though and that frustrated me. Right away she invited me and Little S to her son's 6th birthday party next week. It's a big affair being held in a rented hall where 100 people will attend. I'm not sure I'll get used to the gradeur of the parties here. It seems to me you invite the world to your parties. I'm more of a small dinner party kind of girl so I'm sure to offend the extended circle, --our banker, the gas station attendant and whoever else we're expected to invite to our parties. Seb encouraged me to go to the party so that I could meet some people, something I'm definitely not worried about here but I suppose it's a way to get out and make my debut (and meet their banker, gas station attendant etc.)
As soon as we arrived at this couple's place Seb and I were both impressed with their enourmous gated house. Although it sat directly on a street it was entirely enclosed. It had a wonderful half acre yard with a small concrete wading pool perfect for little kids. The house itself was huge, four bedrooms a maid's room and an office. It had a fireplace and a pool house. There was so much storage it was ridiculous. And the closet in the master bedroom was the size of our entire bedroom in the new place,-- a walk-in for a true clothes-horse (I noticed she had it packed to the ceiling too). I had to ask how much they paid because curiosity was getting the best of me. It turns out they were paying a lot less than us and the house was available for rent. I gritted my teeth and so did Seb.
But in talking with the couple longer we learned that it was difficult to heat the enormous house in the winter which is for at least four months out of the year. During those months they spent their evenings huddled up in the eat in kitchen (yes it had an eat in kitchen *sigh*). Well, since Mexican houses don't have heat or air conditioning and they have to rely on tiny space heaters for each room a house of this size with enormous ceilings would be a nightmare to keep heated and you'd end up blocking most of it off. Also the master bedroom had ugly, gray carpeting which kind of smelled and the kitchen was a little on the ratty side with old, outdated appliances and broken hinges on the colonial style cupboards. I consoled myself with this and decided that our pretty, modern house was just the right size even if we have to pay a little more for less space. And besides our new motto is "less is more." We don't want to accumulate too much stuff over these next few years. We just dejunked our house and it feels good to be minimalists.
After more discussions we also found out that without even knowing it we are in what is the most chic neighborhood of the entire city. Whoa do we have good taste or what! I'm not sure what makes our neighborhood so special. We have one of the biggest gates on our community with two guards on duty and it's all electronic so we have a little clicker to open it, whoop-dee-doo. And apparently as we found out our house was rented previously by a Brazilian model and her soccer husband. I don't know why this struck me as funny but it did. I started laughing and couldn't stop. It amuses me to no end how everyone knows everyone's business here. And it makes me laugh because I have come such a long way in the last year --from showering outside in sub zero temperatures to showering in the former shower of a Brazilian cover girl in one of the most posh communities in the whole city.
Excuse me while I bag my cat and head out to Walmart. I'm in some serious need of some fresh air.
2 comments:
All that, plus Walmart too! I am envious :)
I totally got this post. From the house envy to the Brazilian model and her soccer husband.
The new kitchen is gorgeous. And big!
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