Like I said a couple of days ago, since we were evicted from the hotel (really our stay just ended), I am staying with a host family for the next week while I continue to sniff out an apartment.Eviction via Instagram.

The outside of my foster home.

It was only 95Euro for the week (to share a tiny room), but I get a kitchen!  With a microwave! And a stove! And a toaster!!!!

Hellloooooo breakfast that’s not cold.

It’s off on a side street in Lavapies, which is where I really want to live!  Don’t laugh, haters.  I’m going to find a room here….

So last night, Monica and I went out to an “Intercambio” which is basically a language exchange held at a bar.  But we got there and found out that it will begin in two weeks…so….we were already at the bar, so why not get a drink?  So we did.  Which turned into many more drinks (one club told us that if we pay 10E, we get entry into 5 clubs and a shot at each one).  The lie detector determined…that THAT was a lie!  Per Maury.

Lesson of the night:

A free shot does NOT mean a free shot of whatever you want, like vodka, tequila, rum.  It’s a shot of “the house mix” aka a ton of sugar juice and a little bit of alcohol and a recipe for barfing the next day.

So long story short, I didn’t get home until almost 4 am, less sober than I would have liked to have been and this morning I woke up with a drill gun in my head, or at least it felt that way.  Soooo, I also learned some lessons about what I need in a room.

House Hunting Lessons:

1. The room MUST have a window that can be opened.  It was hot hot hot this morning while I sweated out the alcohol so I stumbled over to the window and cranked that baby open for a nice breeze.  It’s also the only room in this apartment that gets any light.  I need light.

2. The room must be located on a back street.  I think someone knew I was hungover and dying this morning and wanted to be cruel because why else would they do construction outside my window at 7:00 am?!  It’s LOUD back here and we are on a side street so I can’t imagine a main street.

View from the window.

3.  It must have a working stove and microwave and toaster, but the oven is not necessary.  I really never use the oven at home, so I doubt I will use it much here, either.

That is all.  I am off to meet up with Monica to eat at 100 Mortaditos, this restaurant that has 100 sandwiches on their menu and each costs 1E on Sunday/ Wednesday or between 1 and 3 E any other day of the week!  My kind of place

We may or may not have gone twice yesterday…

How about some radioactive cheese?

And an update on the housing hunt…went to go see a place today and the owner wouldn’t answer their phone when I got there.  Rude.  ESPECIALLY because I stumbled out of bed with aforementioned drill gun in my head to get to the appointment.  So I just slowly dragged by feet to the closest farmacia for some Ibuprofen (only 1.90E for a huge pack!) and my heart skipped a beat when I saw this:

Only to find out they are renting…GARAGES.  Maybe I could live in one?

I was supposed to see another tonight at 7:30 and right when I was about to leave (with 500E cash to put down a deposit), the landlord texted me that the only rooms left were over 500E.  Um, no.

Like always, WOOF.