It is Saturday morning and I am sitting drinking Bosnian coffee in Singapore. It still tastes the same.

It is raining (even though this is not supposed to be the rainy season).

The rain is not like the rain you would see in Europe…
When it rains it seems that someone just pours water on you from a bucket. You have to close all the windows otherwise the floors would get totally wet.
It is doesn’t actually rain, there are not droplets, it just pours…

At this particular moment I am thinking about what shoes to wear when the water is ankle high but then again I will just have to wait until it passes and hopefully that will be soon.

I have made it an every day routine to take an umbrella and sunglasses to work. You never know. One minute it is raining the next it is sunny. The temperature, nevertheless, never varies… it is always hot and humid.

Let me give you a short update from Singapore:
- Rain
- Great Singapore Sale (ouch!) – will take an opportunity to buy some business clothes
- Weekend alone in Singapore since Luis is running a marathon in Thailand
- Work transition has been going well; I have been absorbing massive amounts of information from my predecessor, trying to learn as much as possible in this 2-3 week period, I officially take over soon, iacks!
- Have I mentioned Rain?

Welcome to Singapore

I am washing the dishes in my new apartment, overlooking the great skyline of Singapore.
The water is cold but not half as cold as it should be. The weather is incredibly humid and hot, the sun is burning the outside pavement and the only thing saving me from utter despair is the air conditioning blowing in the back room.

I wash the plates, the forks, spoons and the pans and I dry the glasses, placing them gently side by side on the right hand side of the sink together with the other dishes.

As my grandma taught me I wash the sink as well as clean the entire kitchen after cooking and in order to dry the sink I grab one of the rugs hanging by the window above the sink.

I see a (not so small) creature with 4 feet hiding behind the rug and suddenly disappearing out through the window crawling against the walls.

I scream..

A second later, my boyfriend comes into the kitchen laughing asking if I saw my first lizard in Singapore. I look at him stunned, half terrified, half puzzled.

Then he says the famous quote: welcome to Singapore my dear!