A Day Without Rain

That's the title of a famous Enya album. Well, I'm enduring something infinitely worse: a day without internet.

I finally found a coffeeshop that offers wireless. They play really obnoxious, loud music. But hey, I'm not complaining.

The wireless at the local library doesn't work. Or maybe it does, but the Russian librarian couldn't muster enough english to tell me how to log on. And there's not a Starbucks in sight. This is Sheepshead Bay in Brooklyn, baby! It's mostly Russian immigrants in my neighborhood. Even some of the street signs have Cyrillic lettering.

Internet woes aside, life could not be better. My apartment is so unbelievably beautiful. I keep pinching myself to make sure that this is not a dream and I'll wake up back in DC.

More updates coming soon...