Day 3

A slow day, the idea that we actually live here is taking time to sink in. We still haven't unpacked and I am wrapping my brain around what we can and can't do with the furnishings supplied to us. Our apartment manager doesn't speak any English so we will have to ply one of our neighbors with cervesas to act as translator for us. Our neighbors are also our coworkers and so far mostly trilingual Israelis, I can't help but feel small in their presence. My curiosity about this company grows as I find ourselves surrounded by Mexican & Israeli coworkers. I feel as though we have stumbled into a secret club and somehow uttered the right password, I hope we are ultimately accepted.  This is all speculation and hand wringing that is of little use to my personal internal discourse and I should focus on the things that I know to be whole truths. Like how am I going to satisfy my inner chef with just a hot plate? Or can I change the art on the walls? It is only our second full day here and there are too many questions, large and small, tangled together and I am sure soon they will absolve. Or at least become a loose braid that once I figure out how to free one end it will unravel naturally on it's own.