The Guesthouse
We rolled up to the guesthouse in around midnight though our bodies all told us it was daytime. All I could see as we came was a huge gate with barbed wire across the top. The gate opened and we entered into a small paradise.
The gate, not so imposing in the daylight.
We walked through the gate into a courtyard full of all sorts of beautiful plants, most that I had never seen in my life. The air was still hot and sticky in the courtyard, but there was a sense of relief as we rolled our suitcase in. One either side of the courtyard were two bungalows. It was to one of these that I walked up.
Trees and greenery everywhere in the courtyard!
Home sweet home.
Inside I found a living area with a chair and a couch. It melded into the dining room, which was composed of one table and a couple of chairs. Beyond the table was a small kitchen with a gas stove I've yet to actually learn how to use, fridge smaller than most college dorm rooms and shelf full of dishes. There was bottled water, corn flakes and a few cartons of juice; Just enough of the essentials to make one feel at home, but missing enough to realize it's not Minnesota anymore.
The living, dining, kitchen area... the Linichen?
The bedroom and bathroom were beyond with a bed for me and a roommate. The bathroom is a Shoilet, so the shower and toilet are all in one tiled room. We have both hot and cold water. Surprisingly, a cold shower can hit just the spot after a hot day walking back from school. One of the best parts about living at the guesthouse has been not having to clean the bathroom, do laundry, or make the bed everyday. It's such a relief to come back after classes and have all of the little details take care of for me.
Beds come pre-made. Suitcases.... not so much.
Water options-hot or not so hot.
The only thing left to do after a good nights sleep and a full day of class is to go out to eat... But that's another story.
