An Apartment!

After struggling through an atrocious apartment search, which included rooms that smelled like pee and refrigerators loaded with dead cockroaches, we have found a wonderful apartment in the center of the city. Best of all, it's right across the street from our posada.

We thought last night that we'd have to settle for living in Urbanización Las Tapias, a suburban neighborhood about 10 minutes by suicide cab from the center of the city. The apartment was nice enough (read: big and not bug-infested, at least from what we saw), but it was far away and was not furnished. Sadly, here in Venezuela, not furnished also means without refrigerator. Now, no fridge is better than a buggy fridge, but still. We really hadn't planned on buying an apartment full of furniture and appliances. To fill this place, we'd need a very successful run on The Price Is Right, including a furniture-filled Showcase Showdown. No trips to Rome. No '04 Corvettes.

Anyway, we should be moving into this new place immediately. It is completely furnished, and they're going to take out the two small beds in the second bedroom so Brooke can have her studio space. There's cable, which means I can suffer watching the Sox for at least two more days. All in all, not bad. Pictures will follow in the near future.

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By the way, although I don't want to steal from other Web writers like Peter King and Simmons (and even The 'Bag's Grant Wahl), I will have some sort of mailbag once a week. So, if you post questions, I'll answer them. If you don't, I'll make up questions from people I know (i.e., you) and put them on the blog. Good times. We'll call it something creative and smooth. Something cutting edge. The Inbox. Yeah, that's the ticket. Descriptive, yet spare. Or something.