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On Friday we spent all day in our coffee shop (@SNS) right across from Universidad de Catolica. It is the best place because they have wi-fi we can use for free all day, giant flat screen tvs that show all the World Cup matches, really nice people working there (we know all of them now since we are there every day) and really tasty fresh fruit juices (jugos). We watched the exciting USA game and the not so exciting England game, went out for dinner with the whole group, and got home pretty late.

Tina, Michael, Monica, & Morgan at the cafe

When we came home something seemed strange. Our shoes by the front door were in a different place. Our floor looked… shiney. The blanket on the couch had been folded, the couch itself looked… vacuumed. Someone had come in and… cleaned? Naturally we ran all over the apartment (and checked to make sure everything was still there. It was) and exclaimed in awe at the novelty of having an unknown and wholly unexpected cleaning person. We emailed our landlord and found out it is part of our rent. Awesome! So we took a lot of pictures of our clean place, and figured the apartment would be sparkling again in two weeks.

Morgan is confused by the clean apartment

And then tonight we came home, walked in the door, and I said- did we move our shoes again? And, with more confusion and slightly less delight, we realized our apartment had been cleaned AGAIN today. And it is only Monday. So we are back to not understanding pretty much everything that goes on in this country again.