The poor woman working on a Sunday showed me to my room in the main house where the dining room, kitchen and washer and dryer are. As a guest you can have free reign of the washing machine, or you can pay them to do your washing for you, ironing is on the house no matter what. The room is lovely, although I am really freaked out about getting the white sheets dirty with my filthy Peace Corps feet.
After a short walk around this is how I spent the rest of the afternoon and it was glorious:
Maybe this is how I will spend tomorrow afternoon: