I spent the day watching movies and cleaning my flat. I can now post some pictures of it with being embarrassed of the terrible mess. There are still some things I haven’t found homes for (specifically my suitcases of clothing), but give it time.




As a reward for braving a typhoon 8 (actually it got all the way up to level 9 for a record breaking 11 hours!) and the boredom that is staying home all day without a tv, phone, or the internet, I went to the bakery down the street and bought myself some carbs. Here is a photo of the wheat rolls I had for dinner (with meat and cheese), some sort of chocolate drizzled doughnut (looks better than it was), and some cake bread. The last was by far my favorite. Imagine if angel food cake and Mexican wedding cakes had some sort of love child. This cake bread would be that baby: a-ma-zing!

2 comments:
Love what you've done with the place and I finally see what you meant by the couch belonging to Grandma! Maybe you can two-tone paint the walls off white and you'll really feel at home!! The cake sounds intriquing, but I'm a bit disturbed by the mental image of you eating a baby...
I too love the views from your flat. Thet remind me of Russia. The inside is different however. I guess that is where the cultures can really show themselves! I lve that you call it a flat. It sounds propper as well.
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