The apartment has 3 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms (so anyone who happens to be in the area is more than welcome to stay in the guest room). Our kitchen has a microwave, refrigerator, and range top, but no oven. I have to continually stop myself from wanting to bake cookies. The only weird thing about the kitchen is that the door leading to a small balcony where the washing machine is doesn't close all the way. We keep the kitchen door shut so as not to waste the cool air and pay the price for being eco-conscious by having to cook in a hot Malaysian room (but Al Gore would be proud).
We have tried cooking a few dinners, but there are several food stands within walking distance of our apartment and we have begun exploring the local flavor. So far we have stuck to recognizable parts of the chicken and have been pleasantly surprised. Glenn likes to pretend he knows what he is ordering, but I swear half the time he just points to the menu and says, 'that'.
We were lucky enough to meet another American couple living two floors above us. They have two boys and will be living here for 1 year. They seem like a very nice family and this will hopefully make the hours Glenn is at work pass quickly.
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