The Hunt

So to continue, we ended up getting a palatial place right next to a bullfighting ring where, it turns out, they also have weekend concerts marketed to screaming teenage girls with surprisingly powerful lungs. These events hopefully won't go very late. There are pockets of nastiness around the city, but we're living in a nice area a few blocks north of the Calendaria (the cool part). A walk to the university takes 25 minutes.
The place is $180/month each, and there are three bedrooms plus an office big enough to sleep in, decent kitchen, three full bath rooms (showers only), two stories, and a balcony. I promise photos are coming.

For the moment the place is pretty empty but on a mad day of shopping yesterday in a sort of underground market in the "sketchy" part of town, something like a mix between Chinatown and a flea market, we managed to get mattresses, blankets and stuff, kitchen stuff, and a handmade table and chairs for nothing compared to how much they would be in the US.

The girls (Marguerite and Noemie -- both French) moved in last night (Olivier -- Greek -- and I want to enjoy the decadence of the hotel until we have to leave) and we had a little housewarming party with gypsy music, greek dancing, and a very slippery parquet floor. Jaime, his gf, and Clara came over for drinks and took us out for our first real night out on the town. The music sucked but it was loads of fun anyway, and the hangover was minimal.