The bike lane is for bikes

I'm still getting used to this new place we are living, but much faster than the last place we lived before. I feel like these people are actually living here as opposed to the Brazilian guy in our last place who's extent of the English language was giving a thumbs-up to me when I walked into the kitchen. There are only 3 other people living at this place. A Nigerian guy who I thought was Jamaican, and his wife who is from some other country that sounds similar to Russia. They seem an improbable match, but this is Europe and I don't know what the crap is going on over here. There is one other lady named Tes or Tao or Tipi or something like that. I'm not sure where she's from but she is short and seems really happy all the time.

Todd and I have been cooking dinner every night lately. It's pretty good, because the entire time I have been here I have been eating very strange meals for dinner, so now I have something to get excited for every night. We bought a grill at Argos and had some trouble putting it together but we eventually got it. The first night we had grilled chicken with some rice. I ate pretty hard that night. The next night we had lone star chili, then burgers the next night, and tonight we had orange glazed chicken and rice. The meals are pretty good but they would obviously be much better if my mom was cooking them.

Either yesterday or the day before I was riding my bike back from the grocery store. Over here on most of the streets they have a bike lane on the outside of the outside lane. It is about 3 feet wide and cars aren't supposed to drive in it. Lots of times they drive in it anyway or they leave there cars parked there which I guess is fine. So I was riding the other day in the bike lane going pretty fast and I was passing a line of cars that were stopped at a light. When I was about 3 feet away from one of the cars, the door opened and I had enough time to say, "come on lady" before I smashed into the inside of her door. She seemed really shocked that she had just opened the door into a speeding cyclist that was riding in the bike lane. I looked at her and asked her if the door was ok and after getting a wave from her husband, I rode off. She was apparently getting out of the car to put a letter in the mailbox. I didn't get hurt, but I thought it was pretty funny that before even knowing it was a lady that was opening the door, I was already blaming one.

That's pretty much the story up until now. I got my shifts for next week today, there are only two again. I wish I would have at least 3 days a week so I could stop living check to check. Hopefully in the next month things will pick up and I will be able to rock and roll. Todd is working with me next week, so that will be awesome. I work tomorrow so hopefully I'll have some good stuff to write after that.