Saturday was an exhausting day of visiting apartments we didn’t much like. One, for example, was in a basement, and another was in an area where it wouldn’t be so good to walk alone at night (less than ideal).
I had a very exciting encounter over dinner at a restaurant called Crepes & Waffles -really, it’s so much more than that- with Diane, an old friend I worked with in Chile, who is spending the month of August traveling in Colombia, and Meissa.
Sunday was the big day: I did laundry at the hostel. Roger and I visited three more houses. The first one we liked, and was well priced and well located. The next one: a little strange, well located, not especially clean, cheaper. Third: In a very expensive-looking and enormous tower, located 14 stories up the scariest elevator I’ve ever heard of, let alone seen. A nice-sized apartment for two or three people, but certainly far too small for the six of us who would be sharing it.
So, the big news is: We’re living in the first house we visited today!
No more searching, at least for now. I’ll be living within walking distance of my University, in a busy and secure area of downtown, with Roger and Colombian students. If we decide we don’t like it, we’ll leave, but for now I have someplace besides a hostel to call home. Tomorrow we move in.