When I first arrived in Pachuca I was set up in one part of a triplex (?) house. It was on the ground floor- nice size I thought- large bedroom, small chilling room, kitchen and full bathroom. With the 50 lb, 2 bag limitation for what I could bring with me from the USA, it was more than enough room. It was weird, therefore, when at a meeting with mi jefe at school, the first thing thing he does is apologize for the size of my apartment... Are the other teachers hooked up with a mansion of some sort? I was more than satisfied, especially coming from Manhattan. But upon meeting a few other teachers and visiting their casas, I realized that comparatively I had gotten the short end of the stick. Oh well, I thought. Until... the problem with this apartment was that it didn't get much natural sunlight. You see, most houses in Mexico (and South America for that matter) are enclosed by some sort of concrete or fence wall (often with barbed wire as well). Don't ask me what they are so afraid of but a deadbolt just will not do. So this wall was threatening to plant the seeds of seasonal affective disorder if I didn't think fast... Luckily, my upstairs neighbor, Eric, a New York native with a nasty knack for bluntness, was moving and I could take his sunlight filled, view-riffic, terrace included apartment instead. Here are some photos of the old place~ me falta sol!
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