A strange thing is happening to me. Every morning, I wake up before my alarm. Even today, when there was no alarm, I woke up early and kept making myself go back to sleep. When I eventually got out of bed, it was only 8:25. Before breakfast, I went for a good walk in Mirador Sur Park, and missed my dog a lot.
It wasn't until I was back and showered, that I noticed that there was water on the entire length of the floor of my main room, over two feet wide. Since there was no dampness on the walls or ceiling, I have to assume that rain water blew in through the living room window overnight. (Note to self: Close windows before going to bed. The slightly cooler air is not worth it.)
I had neither the tools nor the strength to deal with it, so I made good on an offer from my upstairs neighbour, Coronel Rodriquez, to ask for help whenever I need it. His maid came down and had the whole place clean and dry in about fifteen minutes. She filled the floor bucket twice, so there were close to five gallons of water on the floor. I took a couple of shots of her broad, capable footprints before they dried. Muchas gracías, Antonia.
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