'yo quiero pollo?'

We are still settling in, trying to get everything arranged in our apartment. We decided to wait till the end of the week to go in service, because neither of us are feeling very good. I think Justin may have bronchitis and my throat doesn't feel to good either. So we have been just chillin' trying to get adjusted to life here. We walked to the store yesterday, and it's only about a 15 min. walk. Not bad. And we were able to take in some of our surroundings. This plaza is pretty nice with a bank, dentist office, clothing store, cell phone store, and even a Wendy's! They told us not to eat there though. Apparently you don't get the same high Wendy's quality that you do back home?? But anyhow, while we were still up there, Justin had already decided that he had to make a call to the brother we heard about that rents cars. I'm pretty sure, within the first 2 minutes into the walk, he had made that decision. So he is anxiously awaiting his Kia Rio now. Who would have thought, right? The brother said it wouldn't be ready for a few days.

Later that afternoon, we decided to take Midas for a walk down the road we live on. Because everyone had told us that this place at the bottom of our road was 'the place to get your chicken'. And we wanted some for dinner, so off we went. Well, a few doors down from us there is a house with a herd of Sheep. Apparently during the day they just leave the fence open and let them roam. So at first it was cute as we're walking down seeing these sheep all over the road, but then it wasn't as good when Midas' started spazzing out. And the sheep were scared, running as fast as they could back to their fence. But they just kept coming from the other side of the road. There must have been about 1,000 (or 50 I'm not sure) So we get down to the chicken store, which was just a little local shaky place, and Justin waits outside with Midas. Now, the interesting thing about living in an area that is half english - half spanish is, you may encounter those that speak either. And while we've been told that the majority on the island know both, some don't. And for us, living at the edge of a community called Los Fuertes, where most everyone is spanish, the majority in this area speak spanish. Now, this hadn't crossed my mind -that no one in the store would speak english, until I was about 8 feet from the entrance. And my guess was right. When I stepped inside, there was about 10 spanish people staring at me, in a room about 10x10 with a bunch of deep freezes. Fortunately with some help from one of the customers, I was able to come out with some 'pollo'.

I have included some photos of the outside of the house, and some views from around the house. Our apartment is the bottom left side of the house.