The mermaid and the marble.

When we got here, we were a big homeless mess. 

Now, after six weeks, I can gladly say that we are no longer homeless. Holla!

However, we are still a big mess. We are technically not homeless, but can't move in until we have some means of survival put into place.  Pretty much we need some form of something other than cement to to sleep on (and a blanket would be nice) and a way to feed and water ourselves. 

But don't worry. Because now we have a mermaid. 

Yah, we bought a turquoise refrigerator. It was marked down because nobody wanted such an outlandish color, so guess who scored a little-mermaid colored block of wonderfulness to keep her lunch meat cold? This girl. 

(And that's a joke... there is no lunch meat in this country). 

And that, my friends, is how we came to have a mermaid in our kitchen. 

Now about the marble. I didn't really want to tell you guys because I was afraid you might judge me, like, because of my job and everything. But um, well, we have a marble staircase. But wait! Stop! Remember how you are supposed to suspend your judgement?!

Marble is like, totally cheaper and more available than wood here. It is even used on the outside steps of old shops. So no worries, folks. Besides... we don't even have hot water in our showers

 or light sockets 

or closets

or a washing machine 

or an oven 

or flooring (other than the marble on the stairs) 

so give me a little grace.