There’s not that much to love about househunting, the endless phone calls beginning with “parlez-vous anglais s’il vous plait?” and ending immediately thereafter if the answer is no. If the answer is yes it can lead to all kinds of craziness: plaid berets, secret bedrooms, and getting rear ended at a traffic light. Or just regular hassles like missed appointments or getting stood up and shitty apartments that clean up nice for internet pictures. All are disappointing…

And there’s no end yet. The good news is, though we’re so far lacking results, after 5 days of teamwork and learning Chiara and I are feeling alot better about our househunting skills.