adjusting

my body is getting used to altitude and a new diet: 1200 mtrs, meat and watermelon
my mind is adjusting to this new very different reality: being driven around or escorted by armed angel-guards
my rutine is more or less already defined: driven to work, driven home, lunch, walk, dinner, TV, bed; some days crazy town market
my communications are still an issue being sorted out: having a landline a dream approaching reality, internet at home a dream
my work is still trying to balance out expectations, experience and expertise: the gap between written objectives and unwritten realities too wide
my network is still being filled: from the mix of countries, colours, languages and religions that three continents can provide