Life Abroad: Home

I guess one of the challenging things for me about living abroad is the notion of home. Back in the states, my actual "home" (the house in which I grew up and where my mother lives) is a place where I only spend one month out of the year. For me, my real home is school. I love the valley. One of the things that I cherish most about the valley are the cafe's, places where I can spend lazy Sundays drinking coffee, reading, doing homework, and people watching. I dont know why, but cafe's and coffee shops are really only one out of a few places where I truly feel at peace. They are like my temples, my cathedrals, my sanctuaries.  I've had a hard time finding one here. Yesterday afternoon I roamed the streets of El Guinardo trying to find a bit of home. No such luck.