Living in Lúana's house

The things I will remember the most about is Molly the Dog, who was the canine personification of the Grandad who lived their. The teenage daughter who basically ignored me most of the time, or atleast had learnt to disconnect with all the guests coming through the house. The little kittens. The beautiful garden (it was an amazing oasis in the middle of the city) and of course Luana. The rather brilliant Italian lady who ran the house and had lived their for 30 years trying to do good by the peoe of Matagalpa. Martin her son who slept most of the day amazing in the living room, he worked late, no one had their own room but he managed to sleep through everyone getting up and walking around! Also that fricking parrot who screamed every morning at 6am and didn't let me sleep.