I am soooo getting spoiled here! At work I have a little man who comes to greet me every day and carry my belongings in to work. The walk from the cab drop off to the office is almost a half mile, but it’s a pleasant walk. I can never remember his name so I call him Pedro. Sadly, whenever I can’t remember the “helps” name, I give them a name, usually something in regards to their physical nature, like PePe. Pepe is this sweet, young boy who comes to clean our house once a week. He is soo nice and always has a big smile on his face. He never understands a word I say, so I always have a long conversation with him while he’s cleaning. For some reason, I am inclined to speak to the people here in what little spanish I know. I figure they can’t understand me in english anyway, so I practice my spanish.
Every door is opened for me by guards, a driver or doorman. If I really wanted something at work, all I would have to do is ask and someone would get it. I usually don’t ask. As a matter of fact, I usually fight the guys opening the doors. I can get my own door!
The class structure if evident by the fact that we have a 2 bedroom condo and then we have a mystery third bedroom, the maids quarters. It even has its own bathroom and shower, although it’s very small and reminds me more of a bathroom at a campground. Our maid doesn’t live with us, but I definitely enjoy him coming by to clean once a week. I wonder if I can get my hubby to do that as well!