We have lived in a hotel for the past two months, almost to the day. That's hard to believe since in all honesty, it has flown by. I truly don't remember how I felt when I walked into this room for the first time (probably since I was sleep deprived and jet lagged and still trying to digest all the advice the taxi driver gave us in Spanish). What I do know, is that it's actually kind of bittersweet. We have gotten into a routine, and you can't beat the location. Also, a maid comes and cleans the whole room including making the bed and doing the dishes) every day. It's almost like it's back to the real world - the vacation is over in a way. I guess we are becoming locals.
Tomorrow we move into an apartment. Currently we are located near the Tobalaba metro stop, a 5 minute walk to Steve's office, and a 2 minute walk to our favorite park (Plaza Peru). Now we will be closer to the Alcantara metro stop (it's really just a 10 minute walk from where we are now), and a 15 minute walk to Steve's office. All very close and convenient, but still a slight change of scenery (and new parks!).
I will take pictures of our new furnished place when we are more settled and post them. For now, I want to reflect on a few important things I learned living in a hotel for 8 weeks.
(1) Even though going out to eat with a toddler is difficult, having a hot breakfast fully prepared for us in the morning in the restaurant downstairs every day has been amazing. The staff knows Sadie and I, and they immediately bring over the high chair and help when we arrive (since Steve goes to bfast earlier before work). So, thank you, Hotel Plaza el Bosque staff.
(2) I am so glad the staff speaks English. It has been a comfort when I just don't feel like trying.
(3) Leaving your dishes in the sink and walking out the door only to return to a completely clean kitchen (and bathroom and bedroom) is heaven.
(4) We really don't need a lot of stuff (although some of my shirts are getting too small!). I've been quite surprised that even though we have about 9 suitcases for the three of us, we really don't need much. I don't miss any of our stuff. Makes me feel silly for trucking it across the world on a boat.
(5) High five to past Alissa for packing your breast pump and your second camera for the baby monitor. Who would have thought we would decide to stay in Santiago for the birth of the baby, which meant we have NO baby stuff? Thank goodness for intuition (and fear of my precious expensive American gadgets getting "lost").
(6) Having a king size bed is weird. I don't even know where Steve is sometimes.
(7) Lucky number seven - this is from Steve (who still hasn't read my blog by the way) - it would be nice to not have to eat dinner every night in bed, so maybe we should have gotten some TV trays. LOL.
On that note, have a wonderful evening everyone! I'm going to eat Cinnabon :)
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