Our New Apartment!

Trip Start Oct 22, 2008
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Trip End Jul 31, 2009


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Friday, December 12, 2008

December 11, 2008
Discouraged! Thursday morning. It's good to get our 10,000 steps/day but are developing a serious case of "hotel fever" and need to move. We got a lead from a call this morning which took us to a large white house just a few blocks from the Little Victoria. The location was OK; there was an apartment of sorts that we wouldn't have minded too much but the whole place seemed a bit like a boarding house with very little privacy. (If any of you came to see us, we would rent an extra bedroom downstairs.) The place was clean, which was not the usual situation. There was a maid we could hire on the side to clean for us. She looked very overworked to me! She also cooked meals for some of the boarders.

"Deal or No Deal?"

"No Deal." We left. Graciously.

Tico Times, a newspaper produced by (and for) expatriates, comes out each Friday. Looking through the apartment ads from the week before for at least the 20th time, we found an ad for an apartment in Rohrmoser, a nice area of San Josť. It is close to Sabana and Pavas, suburbs where Michael said we will probably be teaching. (These "suburbs" are really close to San Josť Central; probably "districts" is better).

The landlord spoke English and gave Neal instructions on how to get there by taxi. "Ask the taxista to go to Rohrmoser Bulevar (boulevard). One block before the end of the Bulevar, turn right, go straight for 100 meters, then 50 more. On your left you will see an edifice with a sign 'Apts America'. Go east to the next adjoining house. That's my house. Ring that bell. My parents live in the next house after that. Or just say "Carlos!" a little loudly and I'll probably hear you."

Keep in mind that we have been walking or using the bus for almost two weeks. Taxis are a luxury for us but I think we were really tired of this whole apartment hunting thing so were ready to pay a little extra that day. We took off about 3 p.m. to look at our latest possibility. Of course, the directions had to be given to our taxista in Spanish. I won't try to re-create that dialog. But it worked, well - almost. Neal or the driver got mixed up about "una cuadra antes de la termina del bulevar" so we didn't figure which street (unnamed, of course), constituted the one-block rule. So, as in our "Parada Pequeno Mundo" experience, the taxista pulled over to a purple building with "Resort" on the side. He called Carlos on his cell phone and 90 seconds later pulled up to "Apts America" and there was the landlord, standing on the balcony of his house. Carlos - a tall, very pleasant, easygoing young man (in his forties - a couple years older than our children).

Carlos unlocked the gate to the covered and tiled "garaje" (garage or carport), then the door to apartment #2 itself. Clean, two-bedrooms, somewhat furnished, light, bright. . . and in our price range. THIS WAS IT!

"When can we move in?"

"When do you want to move in?"

"TOMORROW!"

"DEAL!"
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