MexiCanadian

I meet my roomate Tiffany at Hostal Cholula around 1 a.m. on Tuesday after leaving my house at 4 a.m., taking two planes, a coach bus, and a taxi. The hostal manager insists on carrying my two massive suitcases up two flights of stairs, and I can’t help but feel bad that I decided to bring 8 pairs of shoes, a flat iron, blowdryer, curling iron, and hoards of other stuff I probably didn’t need. I pretty much fall into bed, fully dressed, without brushing my teeth (with apologies to my dentist and also my parents who paid so much for me to have a great smile).  

The next morning, Tiff and I cab over to our new place. It’s somehow perfect that as we’re dragging our luggage into our new suite, we can hear goats making goat noises (bahing? bleating? goating?) in a nearby field. 

I won’t lie: the sole purpose of this post is pretty much to brag about how adorable our place is. The rent here is cheaper than what some people spend on shoes. Oh, did I mention we have a cleaning lady (included) who comes every Thursday and makes our place smell like candy? Yeah, we have that too.

P.S. David, your calendar is on my wall :)