Our 5 story apartment building. We're on the ground floor.
The main entrance to the building, and the cafe that shares the ground floor with us.
To the left... a private school. We could hear the children having fun outside in their courtyard during their recess time. And about once a week they must have had a music class. I think I could hear a tuba or some loud instrument. Right now it is winter break, so there is maintenance construction going on (including the front sidewalk).
To the right... another apartment building. And next to that... the Crocodilo: the night club where Bryan and I spend our evenings after we put the kids to bed. Ha! Just kidding. It must be a pretty tame one, because we didn't even realize that's what it was until a few weeks after we got here and we were walking home late at night and saw it open.
Across the street... a children's hospital. More on that later.
Around the corner...our lavanderia. About once a week, Bryan drops off a duffle bag of laundry on his way to work and picks it up on his way home. Washed, dried, and folded.
Also around the corner...one of the produce stands we shop at. This stand is on the way home from Bryan's work. One block the other direction -- close to the supermercado -- is another produce stand where we get things that the supermercado was missing.
One block away... the panaderia where we get our breakfast pastries. A block the other direction from our house is a different panaderia -- we go there to get dinner bread because it tastes better and the owner is really friendly. Pretty much all of the neighborhood shop owners know us by now.
Three blocks away... "our park."
There certainly are some perks to living in the city -- convenience being one of them. If only we could talk our Brentwood neighbors the Lasley's into opening a panaderia with fresh bread every morning, convince Theresa to do our laundry each week for $7, and have Paul pick up our garbage from the front porch every night.
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