Good Morning, Housekeeping

We began our housekeeping days in early morning on the first of March. We were briefly introduced to the two young men we'd be working with - Ernesto from Mexico and Eric from Germany.  After moving our stuff into a room, with two bunk beds and a spare twin bed, we learned that our first cleaning experience would be to clean our own place.  Because our predecessors left it a mess, it proved to be a daunting task, but we endured.  

Cleaning rooms wasn't all fun and games, as to be expected.  Making beds was quite boring.  Nobody likes to do dishes, no matter how mindfully they do it.  And the chemicals used for the bathroom were anything but healthy, especially with little to no ventilation (I believe I was on the verge of developing asthma- Mai).  But it was something and for twenty hours a week, we had a kitchenette, a living room, a tv and free wifi.

In our spare time, besides exploring the city, we took advantage of the free gym facilities.  It wasn't much, but there were free weights and some machines, even a three-lane pool.  After a nice workout, Mai taught me the basics to boxing (1-2, 1-2, 1-2-3-4).  It’s always fun to punch at your best friend. 

During our first weekend in Welly, we experienced a palate memory at Camille’s apartment: Burrito night.  Although we know we will never experience the equivalent of a Mission Burrito, Camille’s bean burrito was a close second.  Post the serious food sesh/ food coma, the members of apartment G10 shared one night of debauchery where we learned three important things: how to say the F word in German, Son of a *Bleep* and A$$hole in Spanish. We spent the night imbibing and singing our hearts out at Fringe Bar. At the commencement of festivities, Fringe Bar was just a bar Brian applied to and at the end of the evening he was their new bartender. This is probably due to his excellent vocal skills.