My first conundrum was where to put our increasingly mobile girl to sleep? The wee crib got left behind by mistake, so couldn't be picked up till the following day. I considered my bed first. But it was too heavy to move against the wall by myself, so that was out. Then the built-in wardrobe (contained - there'd be no escaping!), but that just seemed a bit absurd. Then a duvet and bunch of pillows on the floor, but I could see her taking off on a tour of the house in the middle of the night. I eventually settled for moving one of the lighter beds against the wall, and building a massive wall of pillows and duvets to keep her in, and sleeping on the other side of her. So that was sorted out. Energy was spent after the bedding issue, so I went to bed myself...
Our new place is 10 minutes down the coastline toll road from Playas, in a fairly new housing development. Main incentive for moving: no beasties or creepy crawlies (we hope!), moving away from Pepi and his disturbing mental health issues, and hopefully moving to less stressful living circumstances.
After a week here, there are some definite pros of the move:
- Extremely friendly neighbours, who've invited us trick or treating & to a street party already. Marco across the street has been trying his best to get our wireless working all week.
Maya ready to collect bags of sweets she can't eat in her dino outfit.
- Julia from Red Cross is two streets down and has lent me her vacuum cleaner to vacuum the place which was extremely dusty. And offered babysitting any time. She adores Maya.
- There's a pool and jacuzzi, that get heated at the weekend. And very fast wireless internet up by the pool.
- There's a big lawn and playground. Maya thinks the swing is pretty cool. And the grass. And the sand.
- A working washing machine and dryer right in the kitchen!!
- A great rug (even greater after a thorough vacuum from Julia's vacuum cleaner) for Maya to crawl around on and play.
After giving the whole place a thorough clean - Guadalupe on bathrooms, floors, Mum on fridge, floors, rugs, Ahmed on floors and dusting and me on vacuuming, stove and microwave - and stocking the kitchen with a few more utensils, we're pretty much set, except for one major problem that our combined computer knowledge just can't figure out. (Mine and mum's admittedly very flimsy knowledge, but I judge Ahmed to be the expert and even he couldn't work this one out).
We just cannot get the internet to work. The signal from Marco's across the way is strong enough, and Ahmed brought his booster to help it, but we just cannot connect. It connected twice, so both times we relaxed and thought we were away laughing, but alas, no. Every time we open up the internet it tells us: This page cannot be loaded. Please check your internet connection. Not sure what to do, as bringing Maya up to the pool every time I use the computer is impossible. Little wriggler gets bored after 5 minutes. I'm not really feeling up to the task of working it out, am just a bit tired of making decisions and struggling to get anything done. Right now one of us looks after scallywags in the house while the other goes up to the pool to use internet. Once mum goes home...???
I remember thinking back in Pepi's palace of weirdness: oh well, despite all the madness here, at least the internet works. My escape valve. Perhaps I'll ask someone in the office here if they know a computer expert who can come and take a look.
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