The move

We have been in our new place for a month already. It's hard to believe that a small 3-bedroom apartment could feel so big. But, after the glorified shoebox that we lived in before, this place is enormous.

The move didn't exactly go as planned; nothing ever does! The school decided at the last minute that they didn't want to help us out. Ramon scrambled to make other arrangements only to have them fall through at the same time we were supposed to start moving. The move also happened to fall on a weekend where he had a ton of work so Saturday afternoon he ran around town finding a moving service, only to return to work until about 3:00am. The truck arrived at 8:00am on Sunday.

This is now where the story gets funny, like all things Mexico, there has to be something that makes me laugh. One would think that four burly men would have arrived at our doorstep, but no. I'm not joking that I was probably taller and bigger than all of them. They quickly loaded the boxes and then began with the big stuff. Pictures are worth a thousand words, so I'll tell this part

of the story with pictures.

Mattress? Check.

Bed frame? Check.

Couch? Check. Anyone want a ride??
Box of Kleenex? Check. Ramon, ever the hard worker!

Once the truck was loaded, we headed to the new place which should take max. 15 minutes. But, no, we just happened to move on the day of the Puebla Marathon. The city closes every, and I'm not joking, every main thoroughfare in the city and doesn't provide alternate routes. It took us an hour to make the 3 mile journey.

Now, we're all moved in and the only thing left to do is get the baby's room ready!