Saturday, July 8
Where to start, in this missive-cum-journal entry? I am sitting in my little room, which is across the courtyard from the main part of the house. Everything is stucco, and en un estilo colonial, though the house is only 15 years old. It's charming - the outer walls sealed in colors of dun, yellow, lime and purple, and a deep coral inside the rest of the house. There's an internal "courtyard," too - an upstairs balcony looks down on the living room and kitchen, which are continuous (though the kitchen floor is two steps up from the level of the living room). Although I haven't yet seen a map (I'll have to see if I can get one tomorrow), I know that we are in the old part of the city...
