Ley de Murphy – Murphy’s Law
Sometimes that old adage that “what can go wrong, will go wrong!” bites you right in the butt! I can’t sing very well, but I could likely write a decent country song. We talked about having our palapa recovered. Went very well. Almost too good to be true. It was. The crew finished up on a Saturday. Time for a happy hour under the brand new palapa. Kicked back, feet up, quite pleased with ourselves. Went to bed Saturday night. Made a nocturnal visit to the bathroom to discover that we had no water.
In Mexico, Sunday is widely regarded as family day, so no one is going to come to our rescue until Monday. Being resourceful we went out to purchase some jugs of water. What is that noise the golf cart is making? Nothing related to the jugs of water we just picked up. Went from pleased with the palapa, to no water, and broken down golf cart in a Mexican minute. Maybe we should turn Sunday into a prolonged happy hour, but the “no bathroom” thing won the day!
Monday morning the plumber arrived and after some deliberation and a bit of muttering, we had water. Shortly after he left, no water again. After replacing floats and switches from one end of our water system to the other, over a period of several days, we always ended up late afternoon with no water. The plumber had an epiphany. There is a leak in the system, he proclaimed. Not on the second floor, not on the third floor. His proclamation was based on the fact that water would be seeping through the floors. That leaves a leak somewhere under the main floor of our house. This is Mexico, the pipes are encased in several inches of concrete.
The golf cart is now parked in the garage, the front end on a jack and both front wheels gone. Somebody else is trying to figure out what is making that noise. Move from a conversation with him to listening to the plumber advise that the leak is under the garage somewhere. A guy is coming this afternoon with a jackhammer. We have a 2 1/2 car garage, well tiled, decorative river stone, and a jackhammer!
The jackhammer guy found the leak while obliterating only two tiles. The problem with the golf cart was figured out. After two weeks of not always being able to count on a shower or a flush, all is good.
Time to get on with life. We smell a lot better and have remembered how to smile. Time for a Culi’s evening. One of our go to places for a nice dinner. Culi and Ezekiel, ever gracious hosts, Pancho who makes the best margarita, the pleasant serving staff. We have mentioned them in previous posts, but we somehow missed mention of their Aunt Andre Ramirez. She is the chef at Culi’s. We thoroughly enjoy the dining experience, but the food preparation and presentation are just as important as the ambience. A big thanks to Tia Andre! We ended our evening at home at Casa Cuatro Banos.
