Where the Magic Happens

I call it “magic” because I manage to cook in here with absolutely no counter space.

I take pride in my improvisational abilities, though…

And I pretty much have everything I need (and most of it came from the street).

Plus, we just painted those cool stripes on the floor, which makes it way more fun to be in there.

Now, if only we could get an air conditioner for the kitchen I’ll be set. The window looks into a courtyard, so in addition to absolutely no counter space, we have absolutely no breeze.

HOTT, fun times to come. Ah, the joys of city life.