We are here!
But good Lord- what a kerfluffel it was, getting into to the little apartment we'd rented. I won't go into it deeply but I'll just say that our "host" didn't get the access code to us and we had to wait long enough for me to envision us on our way back home, sending stern e-mails demanding our money back.
But here we are and all is well. The studio apartment reminds me a bit of the Starfish apartments where I spent three summers in a row when Lily and Jessie were little. Same cement-block construction, same situation where the bed and the kitchen are in the same room. But we didn't have to bring our own futon in this case.
And this is why we're here.