When you start to feel like you live someplace...

Today was a great day.

Peter and I both started Spanish classes at La Escuela Mexicana. I am excited to be studying and spending four hours each day speaking Spanish. I am reviewing the subjunctive in a much-needed way, and this week in conversation class, we decided to discuss the environment, health care, and religion. Peter and I both have homework! One of the students in my class is 17 years old, which is a little strange for me (I said, "Oh, I'm a high school teacher"), but she seems nice enough. She is from Texas. The other students hail from Madison, Wisconsin; Scotland; and Southern Germany.

We also found an apartment and told the owners we would take it. It is actually located up the street from our current hostel/Bagel cafe, and the Spanish school. Roll out of bed and go to class? Check. Plus, if we live on bagels, we never have to leave our street (they Bagel cafe also takes in laundry)! The new place is two bedrooms, and has a nice terrace. It's a bit up hill and a bit up steps, but not so much that we will dread ever leaving, but good enough for exercise. Pictures to come once we take some (we move in Wednesday).

Finally, I ran into someone I know today in the streets. I mean, we have run into a couple people we met before, but they were Americans and also pretty close to where we met them. This guy was a friend of the Bagel ladies, and I saw him somewhere else, with people who looked like his parents. We waved hello and I asked what he was up to. They had just eaten at Truco 7. I told him they have my favorite Aztec Soup. That was about it. Still, I was excited to start to feel like I can run into people, like maybe I actually live here. Soon, it won't even be living out of a suitcase!