We got a package!

was what I thought to myself as I opened the house door and looked over at the section of mail boxes that had a very U.S. looking brown package on top of it. And I was right! No one else gets packages here, except some guy around Christmas time. But his packages look local (no customs stickers and with different looking stamps) and are covered in flowery or curly patterns. I didn't ponder on why we would get a package but I was very surprised to find it in the entrance hall. I guessed it must have been a new mail person delivering it, not knowing that one is supposed to leave the package into the postal warehouse and take the slip containing a phone number for impossible-to-get-hold-of-anyone number printed on it. I was so happy we got this new person delivering the mail and I was so happy to find good memories boxed up in the package. Thank you to those that made it (the memories and the package)!

Also, I've been meaning to record for my own track keeping that it was about a week ago, last Monday when nuffle came home from work and said the wind was chilly and fall-like. I sat on the balcony - up some floors, closer to the sun, and hadn't realized it. On the next day, though, it was clear that the two month long real summer (with temperatures over 75, even 80, that is) we had had this year, was over. Too bad for us - we like real summer. But good for local people like my grandma that can hardly tolerate temperatures over 80 F. Keep in mind that as a rule, there is no air conditioning in homes and offices.

So we get rainy days now and chilly nights but summer hasn't given up entirely. Take last weekend - it was reasonably warm. And we found a unique way, I'd say, to celebrate what could have been the last warm night. We celebrated it by camping out. In our front yard, err balcony... Which brings me to the topic of our nearest neighborhood. For my own sake, I hope I can jot something down in the near future.