Last night G-man and I were out walking when we decided to stop by our favorite produce place. Why is it our fav? Well, because it’s close to our apartment, the produce is beautiful, and, most importantly, the people who work there are WONDERFUL!
First off, for the unfamiliar, buying produce here is a different process from buying in the States. At the little produce stores, the shopper does not touch the merchandise. Tell the shopkeeper what you want and they pick it out. For CASL (Castilian As a Second Language) speakers like ourselves, fruit and vegetable words were not at the top of our essential vocabulary list. Our produce shopping involves pointing, saying a number and reenforcing the crappy pronunciation by holding up the appropriate number of fingers. After about our fourth or fifth time in there, out of the blue, the young guy that normally helps us spoke to us in English. Broken, heavily accented, beautiful English. My head whipped around and my mouth hug open. Seriously, I almost hugged him. That simple, kind gesture sealed the deal. We will forever buy our produce in that shop! He simply asked, “where are you from?” We chatted back and forth a bit, us with our horrid Castilian and he with his few words of English. It was awesome! Ever since that moment every time we stop in we get treated like friends and, the best part!, they teach us new words! They’ve never spoken English to us again and we appreciate that as we need every opportunity to learn Castilian. I think they get it.
Ok, so back to the story…. We’ve learned the words for celery (apio), asparagus (espárragos), sweet potatoes (patatas dulces) and onions (cebollas – say-BO-shas, not say-BO-yas). But, tonight we needed none of those things. Time for a new lesson. By now, all the clerks know we don’t habla well, so they all speak slowly and help teach us new words. I love them! Last night we bought bananas (yep, exact same word but with different pronunciation), péras (pears – and yes they are delicious, sister-in-law-love-of-my-life), and arándanos (blueberries).
And then for a less than pleasant lesson… Ever since we got back from The Wedding, we’ve noticed an unpleasant smell in the apartment coming from somewhere in the laundry room area. The putrid smell of stagnant water. Like, sewer water. Really gross sewer water. I assumed that since the laundry room had been closed up for a week and the sun beats on that side of the apartment, maybe that’s what was causing the nasty aroma. The smell seemed to dissipate after a day or two of the room being opened up and running a couple of loads of laundry. But this morning when we walked into the kitchen, the smell was back. With a vengeance. Like, how many dead bodies that we can’t see are piled behind the washing machine? Holy cow!
I’ll save you the details of the discovery process and cut right to the lessons learned. We have five bathrooms in this apartment (yeah, the company did us right – more on that later). We are two people. We only use two of the bathrooms. We keep the doors closed to the other three and forget about them. We have NEVER used the bathroom right next to the laundry room. What we discovered is when water is not been regularly run in the fixtures of said unused bathrooms then the water in the drain pipe in the floor stagnates giving off said horrific odor. Once I figured that out, I went around to each of the unused bathrooms to run the water in the sinks, tubs, and, oh for good measure, why not include the bidet as well. You don’t see too many bidets in the States. For those of you unfamiliar, you’re meant to sit on the bidet, turn on the water spout that shoots water up at a surprisingly impressive rate from the spout in the center like a water fountain one might see in a park and give your nether regions a little refreshing splash. YouTube it if you can’t visualize the process, then come back and continue reading. To help set the stage for the next lesson, I’ve included the picture below.
That little floor drain off to the right is where the offensive odor emanates from. The big white toilet looking thing is a bidet. The little silver thing dead center of the bidet is where water shoots out at the rate equivalent to that of water coming from a fire hose putting out a fire at a fire works factory. The nozzle at the top of the picture is what one uses to turn the water off and on AFTER one has placed one’s backside above the water spout. Anyone want to know what happens when one unwittingly leans over the bidet and turns on the water full force? One gets a thorough cleansing of one’s head and chest. Lesson learned.