We’re standing ankle-deep in water. That wouldn’t be anything unusual on a beach vacation. The problem is that this is happening in our accommodation. More and more water is pouring out of the bathroom drain. A flood. We have a problem. We call the hostess, who calls the plumbers, who are supposed to come tonight. I go to lie down for a while before they arrive, and wake up in the morning. Apparently, I slept through the sound of the pipes being cleaned, which was about as loud as a jackhammer. Ben then tells me that he acted as a mediator between the hostess, who was having a shout-out-loud argument with the plumbers on the phone about the agreed-upon price. The people of Tenerife are very nice and friendly, but this is probably the other side of their open nature. Apparently, it can be quite like Italy here, too. We breathed a sigh of relief, but we weren’t out of the woods yet. The next day, the flood returned. We called the hostess, and the plumbers returned as well. I fled to Puerto, where a small restaurant district provided me with refuge. Ben sent me away, saying that it was […]
