Cool water is such a gas. Unless it keeps pouring from the walls and ceiling.
A new plumber was here Monday for three hours to fix the leak and get us back in working order. He fixed “the” leak, turned the water back on, and then discovered another leak. He had to phone the insurance company for permission to repair that as well. He received permission and did so, and he then went home to enjoy his Christmas holiday. We were still concerned. Since the first deluge was proceeded by quite an explosion, we suspected there was a lot more damage done. But, we went downstairs for lunch and bumped into “F” (the building manager). He was heading to his parents’ country home outside of town for Christmas. He gave me the number of the insurance company in case we had any problems while he was gone.
|AFTER THE FIRST CLEAN-UP, WHILE FIXING THE SECOND LEAK.|
Later that afternoon, San Geraldo noticed a leak in his bathroom. We turned off the water in there and the leak stopped. Then, San Geraldo noticed a leak in my bathroom. The high-polish stucco (which is so prized that we’re not allowed to hang anything on the walls) had cracked and crumbled and water was dripping onto the floor. We turned off the water in there. I dialed the number “F” had given me, but instead of the insurance company, I reached the cable TV company. “F” had given me the wrong number.
|DURING REPAIRS, DUDO UN-MADE MY BED AND THEN REARRANCED AND HID UNDER THE PILLOWS.|
I phoned and twice texted “F.” Our upstairs neighbor, Carlos, phoned and texted “F.” No response to either of us. San Geraldo cooked a very nice dinner. He commented on a musty smell coming from the kitchen closet above the clothes washer. Another leak; water was running down the tile wall. So, once again, we turned off the main water supply. Before going to bed, I texted “F,” told him about the kitchen, and wrote that we would need to get a hotel room until he got the problem resolved. We are so grateful to the manager of Espacio Azahar, a little hotel down the street, for giving us an incredible deal on a room. I’ll expect “F” to be as grateful when I pass the bill on to him.
|DUDO, AFTER THE PLUMBER LEFT MONDAY.
LULLED INTO A FALSE SENSE OF SECURITY.
I’m glad we weren’t cooking Christmas dinner. A former work colleague of mine is traveling Europe for the year with her husband. She emailed to say they’d be in Sevilla for Christmas and hoped we might have time to get together. They’ve been missing Mexican food, so the four of us had a traditional Christmas dinner of nachos and enchiladas near the Cathedral this afternoon. San Geraldo and I talked incessantly and had a great time. I hope we didn’t send our friends running away screaming. They sure saved our Christmas.
|IN A NEW SHOP WINDOW ON OUR WAY HOME FROM THE HOTEL.
NOT THE BEST OUTFIT FOR LOUNGING AMID THE PLASTER DUST. BUT, GOTTA LOVE THE “HAT”!