Well, we’re getting there. I’m not sure where there is, but we’ve got to be getting closer to it. Yesterday we moved into our apartment, way on the other side of town. It was supposed to be cleaned for us, but it wasn’t. So today we need to find a store with cleaning supplies and go to town. In addition, the place smells like cigarette smoke, which it didn’t smell like 2 years ago. It’s taking it’s toll on Alyssa, who woke up with a sore throat this morning (she’s convinced they’re related). Regardless, it isn’t quite feeling (or smelling) like home, no matter how much incense we burn.
We did, however, get the cat over to the new place. That helps a bit. After spending a few days with a Spanish family, he now meows in espanol. We also found an AMAZING pancake house. To quote my fellow-sfsu-study-abroader Susan “you can get anything on a pancake here.” I got bacon, mushrooms, and Dutch cheese. I plan on getting strawberries and cinnamon ice cream sometimes soon. Damn tasty. My classes started this week, and I’ve only been to one of them so far. I find it amusing that I flew all the way out here to have a class taught by an American. This class (conflict and negotiation) seems fun, but I’m a little concerned about the “group paper” at the end. That alone should be a good exercise in conflict and negotiation. Maybe that’s the point…
The plan for today is to see if I can rent a bike for the semester (there’s a raffle) and then go to my student orientation. Then I need to go back to the apartment and get cleaning.