The first week in my new place is almost gone, and it has been pretty good. The apartment is comfortable and we had or have bought most of what we needed. We have pictures hanging on the walls, couches, beds, pots and pans... all the essentials and more. The woman who comes twice a week to help us clean the place, wash our clothes etc. is great, very nice and honest. I still have some stuff I have to bring from my dad's and do miss some of the comfort of living there.
Well... the Theater Festival is about to be over and I didn't see anything. I don't even know what shows they had and was good. The one thing I was gonna see, "De La Guarda", I couldn't. Tickets were sold out way before I tried to buy mine, and when they weren't sold out I either didn't know I would like to go or I was out of town. Crap. Besides, there was no one I could go with, and I didn't feel like going by my own, for some reason. So... the theater festival went by without me really noticing. Kind'a sad, given that I do like the theater.
At around 7 AM the plane landed in Cúcuta, a small city, a capital actually, in the border with Venezuela. It's hard to call it a city, but it is. I have problems even calling Medellín a city, so Cúcuta doesn't just cut it. It felt hot, but not very humid.
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