Yesterday, I ignored requests to brave the rain outside. I sat on my couch, in my oh so quiet house, listening to the constant tapping on the windows and the howl of the wind outside, as it tossed the clothes hanging on my balcony's laundry line. I watched one of my favorite movies.
Each time I watch this, it only gets better, Bill Murray becomes funnier, Scarlett Johansson more charming. This time around, however, I related on an entirely different level--as a person swallowed up by a foreign culture that can be both alienating and alluring.
On another note, we now share our home with the resident gecko, Queenie.