I’ve been moved out of my original host family’s house for about a week now. While I will always look back fondly on living with such a kind and caring couple of ladies, I am absolutely thrilled to be out on my own. Simple pleasures like making coffee the way I like it, eating when I’m hungry, and generally just having a little less of my life nararrated to me in Spanish has been wonderful. While I had originally worried a bit about being lonely, I’ve been proven wrong as somebody is always coming around to chat so frequently throughout the day that I rarely find myself alone.
I live in a little cement house with two rooms and a back porch. While small, the space seems to be plenty for me as I end up spend the better part of the hot days out on the big back porch in the shade hoping to catch a breeze. It has a pretty solid zinc roof which has passed the test of a few serious downpours and thunderstorms. I pay the equivalent of about $25 a month, have running water for cooking and cleaning in the llave (outdoor faucet) most of the time, and a latrine out back. Electricity is rather irregular; it comes and goes throughout the day, and usually stays on for the night about an hour after it gets dark. While it is not enough to power a fridge, I regularly charge my phone and computer, and I have one little light bulb for night time activities. All seems to be quite quaint but sufficient. 
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| Water llave on side of house! |
View from my stoop.
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