We switched rooms again and now we have our own roof deck, which is really really great.

seen from Türkiye
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We switched rooms again and now we have our own roof deck, which is really really great.
Genevieve, or, Two-year-olds are basically tiny Godzillas
Standing about two feet three inches tall, Genevieve barrels around our host family's house on legs like tiny pounding pistons, destroying all in her path. With terrible glee she climbs the coffee table and watches those around her despair as she throws to the ground a stack of papers, a guidebook to Tunisia, one, two, three pencils, cackling, spittle flying from her adorable face. Her diaper billowing, her eyebrows arching with contempt, her carefully ironed sundress dripping with God knows what, she clambers down from her perch and sprints through the door to the patio. She climbs the cement steps to the porch, as we the attendants race after her to prevent a fall, and nonchalantly tosses her stuffed elephant from the top step. It falls, falls, and she laughs, she laughs, she stares us down, she throws her head back and lets out a roar, and a sustained bolt of energy emanates from her disjointed jaw, and we are vaporized instantly, and all is sweet, sweet ruin.
Today in Mallorca:
a two-year-old escaped the house and climbed a set of rickety porch steps in thirty seconds flat before Daniel scooped her up safely
an army of ants attempted to invade our bedroom and were successfully repulsed
a pool was cleaned; a patio, swept
we made pasta for lunch and had fish for dinner - emperador, que sea posiblemente un especie de tiburón? Or is it swordfish?
Aili worked on her novel and I thought about topics for a mini-documentary in Sóller - fishermen? tourism industry locals? inmigrantes de China y/o de Latinoamérica? no sé todavía
Spanish was spoken and English translated (I'm third in the fluency hierarchy, after native speaker Dani and the bilingual 8- and 10-year-old daughters of our British expat hosts)
a promise was made that we would pick something up at the market and cook dinner tomorrow
Not a bad day at all.
It's 11 PM after our first real workaway day and Aili and I are quite tired but in a good way. In addition to cleaning out two fridges, we dusted the cobwebs and washed the windows of this sunroom in one of our host family's rental properties for clients arriving tomorrow. We also said goodbye to our workaway predecessors Esteban and Ana, who are headed to the northern part of the island where Ana found a job. And to top it all off we jumped in the swimming pool with Amelie (10) and Natasha (8) to wind down the day. This is all fantastic on its own, but the fact our daily housing and food budget is $0 makes it even better.
After I bumped into someone on the bus: "Sorry! ... Hey Aili, how do you say 'excuse me' in Danish?"
"You don't."
"Oh! Right, I forgot."
Our AirBnB apartment in Copenhagen is a seventh floor walk-up but the windows make it worth every step
a thought on flying IcelandAir
I wonder how many jokes about Americans the pilot is making over the intercom in Icelandic right now