Dan and I have settled into El Cangrejo. (I'm not sure why it's called that; cangrejo means 'crab'.) Once occupied primarily by affluent Jewish families, this neighborhood is now a mixture of nationalities and cultures, so we fit right in.
Our apartment is on the 19th floor of a building so new, they hadn't finished construction. When we moved in the workers had just installed the appliances the day before. That night we discovered -- the hard way -- that the kitchen faucet wasn't installed correctly and our shower drain was hopelessly clogged. (Thankfully, we didn't discover the hard way that there's no ladder to help residents get out of the pool. They wouldn't do that in America!) We also discovered that night that the gas had been shut off to the building for the weekend. At least it gave us a good excuse to try out some of the local sidewalk cafes.
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