Capesterre Represent!

Y’ALL! SUP.

 

My computer is on the verge of death. Unlike me; I am happy in the incredibly warm (both human and temperature-wise) town of Capesterre.

 

I moved into my apartment yesterday. It is sweet. I will be living alone until the 24^th, when a Spanish language assistant will arrive and be my platonic partner for the next 7-10 months. The teacher I’m working with is amazing, my landlords are the sweetest in the world, and the town is small but not tiny. I literally live across the street from the school I’ll be working at, and two houses down from the School Board—so I have people that I know super close by. Contrary to my first impressions (below) the town is not a poo-hole so far, and I may actually avoid spinsterism! Wish me luck.

 

 Since I am short on time, I’ll just transfer the notes that I jotted down in my journal to give you a gist of where my brain is at right now.

On Wednesday, Sept 16^th , I stayed with some friends in the capital—Point-a-Pitre. They were lovely, lovely people. From their house, I wrote my first impressions.

 

-I’m freaked the feck out. Apparently Capesterre is a pool-hole. Grrrrrrrreat.

-People are incredibly friendly. I made four amis on the plane. Hurrah!

-There was a writhing moth waiting for me on my pillow. How Caribbean.

-I met someone to surf with, and another to drum with—woot!

-I’m concerned I may eventually turn to alcoholism/spinster-ism as apparently there is nothing to do here after it gets dark at 6pm.

-I may be subconsciously facilitating this lifestyle, as today I bought a sewing kit in San Juan. Again—grrrrrrrrreat.

-mmmm, cake.

 

 

ON Thursday, Sept 17^th, I wrote:

 

Today, I rocked out with my clock out when….

 

-       I bought Camembert cheese and good French wine for cheap

-       I found out I have a cherry tree in my front yard—that’s right. With real-life cherries!

-       My landlords were amazing and brought the entire family over to help me with a leak in the kitchen after five minutes of a phone call. Not only that, they brought me dinner and invited me to the beach on Sunday!

-       Two adorable little boys walked me home from the store when I got lost.

 

But I was not pysched about…

 

-the pink ballerina duvet with the lime green sheets in my room. A little bit of aesthetic clash-clash there. Whatevs though. It adds character to my home…

-The fact that there is a sketchy bar at the end of my street that I’m supposed to avoid. There goes my alcoholism.

-The fact that everything aside from cheese and wine is RIDICULOUSLY expensive here. For a small salad at a mediocre restaurant? 11 Euros!

 

 

That’s all for now, folks. Oh, except for my address: WRITE ME!

It is:

 

33 rue Joliot Curie, 97130 CAPESTERRE Belle Eau

Guadeloupe.

 

My cell phone number:

+ 0690734111

 

Despite everyone’s loveliness, I am a little lonely, so please stay in touch. Xoxooxoxoxooxoxooxox

 

Hope you are all well.