The condo is on the 8th floor with some spectab views, so I'll get some good stair work in. There isn't a balcony, though. This and the way the door is configured, I can't lock myself out. This is a Good Thing. My direct view is to the north, but there are walkways on both the east and west sides, so I can see that too. Pretty sweet. Internet access is faster here than in CC by a long shot: 247 Mbps down and 15 up. I haven't seen that except at Spencer's house in Seattle. I think it'll be a nice stop for a while, but what's with no padding on chairs everywhere? My ass needs padding! The couch is leather, which is...interesting in a hot climate. The bed is reasonably comfortable, but it's interesting that the mattress doesn't quite fit the frame - it's a couple inches too long. To accommodate, the end of it is on top of the frame, raising the foot of the bed by about 4 inches. If I go into shock, I know I need just to go to bed to elevate my feet.
The hot water advertised is a small electric heater attached to the shower head. That means in order to get anything more than tepid water, the flow needs to be set to "dribble." Otherwise, it's room temperature showers. Again, I can deal without problem, I don't spend a lot of time in showers washing my luxurious locks, anyway. I can be in and out in about 3 minutes.
I was in constant communication with the hosts, and relayed my questions about the TV, the hot water, the lack of hangers in the closet and a few kitchen utensils that would be useful to have (e.g., a cutting board, a larger knife and a skillet). She was happy to hear, and told me I wasn't the biggest pain in the ass guest, and even offered me eggs from her chickens. Apparently she's getting viente per day or so. That's a lot of eggs. Must be a lot of chickens.
But before I did my condo discoveries, I decided to do the shopping. That way, I'd have essentials in place before I got sidetracked by beer, beaches or anything else that looked shiny. There is a small store directly across the road from the condo, and larger supermarkets about 3 km away at the junction. Instead of taking a 6 km out and back walk in the afternoon heat, I went across the street, where I think I got accidentally ripped off. I think the woman at the register entered the bananas wrong. My total was $41 for three bananas (on a scale), a six pack of local cerveza, pasta, pan y mantiquilla, fritos, a dozen huevos, y queso. Essentials, y'all! The other items were all barcoded. I didn't really think about it until I saw the receipt on my phone (I paid with my watch) after I got to the condo. I didn't look at the screen, and simply paid it. I was also distracted by the owner ooohing and ahhing over my paying by watch. I guess it's new here. An extra $20 or so won't break me, but my own lack of vigilance annoys me. Oh well. I'll deeply enjoy each $6 banana.