We've spent two nights in our quaint piso. I absolutely love it, but its going to take a little getting used to. For one, the noise on the street is pretty loud, thanks to the roaring engines of the vespas zipping by. The street is not that busy, but at night it seems like everyone just has to drive down Carmen Viejo!
On our first night in the piso, I was laying in bed and could hear someone coughing. It was my neighbor across the narrow street, laying in their bed or sitting on their couch. Wowza...they are about twenty feet away from me!
I was hanging my laundry the other night on our terrace off the kitchen that over looks the courtyard of our building while Maria was cooking us dinner. My neighbors were hanging out of their windows, talking to one another and exchanging pleasantries. We can see into their apartments and into their bedrooms even, talk about close proximity. The one piso to the right of our terrace has a young family living their and an adorable boy named Luis. He and I were playing a little game; he would come up to the window and stick his face through the bars and I would look over and shout "Boo!" or something and he would run away laughing and then sneak back. I would hide around the door frame and then peek around slowly. He loved it.
Since it is so warm out, we have all of our windows and terrace doors open to allow a breeze and ventilation. So I hope the neighbors enjoy our English conversations and my constant singing. I deeply apologize for the English curses they will also learn over the course of a year...woops!
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