Chatham house sur Rio Grande

Today I am very excited because I have called in a blind masseur. This will be my first attempt to be massaged at home. As he is blind, I am sure my conservative Muslim co-workers won't mind too much. The only problem is that, well, he can't find the house so I had to send him a driver. My life keeps abnormal but in a fun way.

I need a bit of relaxation, because this morning when I woke up I had to ask a Viking to smash my door before I can get out of there. This lock has been problematic since we moved in but it's the first time I am really locked in. Now the door is wide open, so the little privacy I had is gone.

We are also fixing the garden and we have ordered a hut. The kind of native hut where you can sit on bamboo benches and relax or have your dinner out in the garden. I can't put a photo right now because it was not delivered yet. So we have a big hole where it is supposed to be. This garden is going through major embellishment works, but till we get there I have to admit it looks worse than when we arrived. So, no photo till further notice.

But we already have big plans for the hut: we will organise talks and debates on major issues concerning the peace process. Informally, over tea. We have decided to call our hut "Chatham house". A bit more rustic than its London royal sister, but very promising, especially when we hit the rainy season and have to actively attend to our cultural life.