Bobbie and Kurt have been filling me in on all the pop culture news from back in the states. It’s been interesting to live without the constant barrage of celebrity news and ironic references. Even though I absorb them as much as anyone else back home, I like living without them. That said, tonight we watched “Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?” which I had never seen before. They also brought me a DVD of the Sarah Silverman show.
There is a guard sitting outside of our house, watching a property across the street. This is the property that someone – a French woman who has lived here for over 15 years, we’ve been told – was starting to build a house when a local group, who has been contesting some of the European-owned properties here, showed up and took sledge hammers to the concrete block walls that had been started. When I asked what the guard was doing, Paul said “ he probably held the hammer for them.” The guard is a different person every couple of weeks – it seems to be some sort of agency. Someone is on guard duty 24 hours a day – a post split between two men. This guard is young, and he has been very friendly. He always speaks to me as if I fully comprehend Spanish, even though I’ve told him I don’t.
Today this guard asked us if we have any food, as he was hungry. We brought him a sandwich.
We received our first electric bill, from Juan / Jean, who manages the property. It was for our first month here. It is $150. Yikes.
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