Oh man. Since waking up this morning, my upper body has been sore all over. I went climbing yesterday, the first time I’ve done that in months, at an awesome gym about 15 blocks from my apartment. Hopefully I’ll get to Suesca within a few weeks.
I also taught my first class last night. It went well. Teaching is a lot of fun, but it’s tiring, especially when you’re teaching a language. I’m currently scheduled to teach nine hours a week, which is a nice amount as I’m still getting to know the city and meet people. But hopefully I’ll add more hours soon.
As I wrote earlier, life isn’t radically different here from what I’ve known in the U.S. Among other surprises, I’ve found that many people bike around the city (so I hope to join their ranks soon), and that tap water in the city is completely safe to drink. I’ve filled most of my days here doing the things I did at home, or things everyone needs to do when they move to any new place. But I’ve had some new experiences in the last week, including:
- Being approached by two police officers who asked me whether I had been to “el museo de la policía” before handing me a flier for the city’s police museum.
- Hanging out, in my apartment, with a professional rapper.
- Being woken up at 7:30 by blaring music in the room next to me when one of my roommates came home from a night of partying and decided he wasn’t done partying yet.
- Being asked out electronically—multiple times.
- Meeting a non-American vegan who talked all about his diet and joked about trying all of us, the people he was talking to, in court for murdering animals.
Good times.
Your rapper friend is from San Diego. You just can’t escape us Californians…
Ah! I am going to jail for life for animal murder. I need to move to a country without an extradition treaty.