My new home is wonderful. My landlord is fabulous--he wears scarves and has a giant sparkly pink ring. He has two little poodles and a habit of clasping his hands under his chin. His English is very nearly terrible, but he speaks it so quickly and calmly that I always end up thinking that it's my fault I'm struggling to interpret his burbling vowels.
He also has a wife and a couple of sons and daughters, who help him run this lovely, flower-filled guesthouse. Viva la difference.