The Hard Way
I had a coffee disaster this morning. It began around 4:30 AM when I realized that the neighbors had yet to go to sleep. One of their guests started beeping the car horn for them to open the gate, and as the party was so loud it took five minutes worth of it to get someone's attention. About an hour later it was time for coffee.
My things arrived from the States yesterday, which means everything in the cabinets was switched around again, and the maid was still sleeping. I swore I had bought coffee the other day but couldn't find it in the dark (yeah, Edison invented the bulb). I had only half the amount of beans left that I normally use so I ground them up real fine to try and extract something worthy of my effort. In my sleepy state I forgot to put the pot under the drip. After thirty minutes of cleanup and cursing Black and Decker for what I took to be a horrible design, I strained the grounds out and drank what was left of the weak and lukewarm brew. Then I found the new coffee.
I offer now one piece of advice for anyone considering a move to another country: sell everything. It's not worth moving stuff. I did it backwards. Because everything imported from the US is so expensive (he says as he prays for CAFTA) I actually bought more stuff before I left. All told it cost me at least double, not to mention the import taxes on stuff ten years old, and the wait.
The instigation for shipping my stuff was that I haven't been able to sprawl in my king-size bed for two years and became obsessed with getting it out of storage. When I decided to move to CR it followed that it would come with me. This then required a small container instead of consolidating with some other sucker, that then spawned the possibility of moving all of my crap. Which I did.
Once here I bought a sweet 40's style bedroom set to cradle my new old-fashioned box springs (also bought in the US) that support the dreamy Miralux pillow-top. Yesterday I found out that the woman who sold me the furniture really didn't know the difference between an Eastern King and a California King after all. I'm now pondering the idea of fitting the headboard to the metal frame I brought with me instead of returning everything. I do have a new power drill.
