So we moved to the house. Things are a okay. Tonight me and my mom are going to go to belly dance class in town at Su Espacio in Atenas… It seems like a nice place as far as I can tell. This morning, regarding the topic of exercise, we ran up and down the street, which is MUCH easier said than done. There’s a GIANT hill outside that we ran up and down about five or six times, and then there was another hill coming back, but it wasn’t that bad. It was gradual.
The chairs are comfortable here, although the couch currently is in the state of smelling like old wet couch (I think it smells like a we dog on a couch, but that’s beside the point), it’s still comfy. But, the couch feels rejected, see, because everybody in the household (me, my dad, and my mom) does not wish to sit on the couch, or be anywhere near it because of its overwhelming smell. Poor couch (kind of). We’re thinking that we will spray it off with something (I suggested Axe) and then move it outside for awhile.
Let’s move on to the beds. Last night, falling asleep was fine. I woke up this morning, and realized that my butt was hitting the wood on the bottom of the bed. I thought about it for a moment, and decided that this was a natural occurrence, and not a whole lot different than the springs in my mattress at home. The mattress upstairs where my parents are sleeping is lumpy. My mom had to take the mattress from the top bunk of my bed to sleep on, so now I’ve got these weird slats on the top of my bed… I kinda like it though.
It’s hilly to get to Atenas from where we are, and a little bit of a walk (five minutes less than where we came from), but along the whole way there are homes, occasional shops, and sometimes a basketball court or something. It’s a nice walk, and there’s something at the end of it.
If my grammar turns bad, I’ll apologize ahead of time. The wind changed so now I can smell the couch where I’m sitting. The most comfy chair in the house smells fine, but it’s under the stairs, and right next to the couch. This is sad.
Last night, I had a decadent dream. I don’t remember much of it, but what I do remember is quite pleasant, but… Well, it’s a little depressing. What I remember is that I was standing in our kitchen here with my dad, who was telling me that he had made butter out of something other than milk. I sadly do not remember what the substance was. He then uncovered the butter, and took a nibble out of it, he then offered the stick of butter to me. I took two nibbles out of it the “butter” was so yummy. I woke up thinking there was butter, soon to find that it wasn’t there.
There are still dogs barking here, but it’s a little better than it was in Alajuela. First off, their barks are a little less high pitched (this makes it more tolerable for me for some reason), and they’re farther away. Also, it’s not exactly constant barking. Plus, our neighbors aren’t listening to soap operas turned up full blast all day long while lounging loudly in their luxurious pool or hot tub.
I am glad for where we are now, and the fact that we can jog, even if headphones blasting Green Day or U2 music aren’t involved. I can do that some other time. I will write later about the classes… I’m a little bit pessimistic, but I know it will be fine.
