That is, he is until Eduardo Verastegui returns. I have arrived in DF, safe and sound, in large part due to Kris saving the day by picking me up from the airport and chauffeuring me around relentlessly. We arrived at my apartment to find that the landlady had left for the evening without leaving me a key. We made it into the building anyway with a little dumb luck, but discovered that there were girls already living in the apartment where I'm supposed to be. We gave up and left instructions for the landlady to call when she returned.
1) Ceri and I couldn't stay in our apartment last night and, as of this morning, still had no idea when she'd let us change rooms to be in ours.
2) While I was out today, my stuff was moved to my real apartment, and now I can't find my cell phone charger. Or deodorant.
3) The beds are somewhere around the comfort level of a $60 futon after three years of college.
4) The sheets and towels left at the house for us may or may not be clean, but after 8 years of use, who can tell the difference?
5) The apartment was "cleaned" this morning, but there's so much dust in every nook and cranny of the place, it's apparent our standards of cleanliness vary greatly from theirs.
6) One of our beds is missing.
7) Our third bedroom is so tiny, I'm sad for Cynthia to even see where she'll be living.
8) Our water isn't working.
9) The sinks smell.
10) The corners of every room have some kind of hole that's large enough for rats to crawl through.
11) The upholstery on the couch and dining room chairs are so faded and stained, we're embarrassed to have friends over.
12) Any amount of time walking on the floor in sock feet stains your socks black.
13) The kitchen stuff left for us to use is ... gross. Anything melted is severely scratched; anything plastic is melted and mangled. There's food stuck in the melted part of our spatula. Our plates seem nice enough though.
14) Instead of a pantry for groceries, we have a bookshelf. And if you move said shelf, you find a mountain of dirt, food and even a broken dish.
15) Our washing machine's buttons are faded off to the point it can't be read and the faceplate is mysteriously sunken in.. Who even knows what happened there?
16) ... Oh this list is just depressing.
These are just a few of the things we weren't expecting when we planned to stay in the apartment. This building got such rave reviews from all the other Fulbrighters who have lived here-- in fact, most of the Fulbrighters who had problems with their landlords ended up moving in here. To make matters worse, our next door neighbors; apartment is less than $100 USD more than ours a month, and it is NEWly renovated. With nice furniture. And new appliances. And two dining room tables. And a set of glasses that match.
I'm fully aware that I run the risk of sounding like a spoiled American brat by complaining about dirt, hard beds, and old dishes, but it's upsetting. I plan to live here for a year, and I was under the impression that things were going to be nice enough to warrant my expense. I'm starting to doubt it. We're going to talk to the landlady first thing in the morning. She's seemed very nice so far, so perhaps she'll be agreeable.
Otherwise, we may consider moving.
On the plus side, our internet works well.
Oh-- but back to my main point. Kris is wonderful and has been going above and beyond the call of duty to help me find my way around town. I'm so ridiculously grateful.
Good things have happened today too-- I got a cellphone, and I can now say I've tried cow tongue. And liver. I could have also been okay with not being able to say that, but it is what it is.