So, today has been one of the earliest mornings I have gotten up lately, thanks to the dreery weather and notion that I should sleep now so I can have energy in Madrid. However the sleep gods must have wanted me to return to bed because the morning I just experienced may convince me to sleep until at least noon the rest of my time here.
I say this not to complain, at all, I'm actually chuckling at the events now as I sit on the train, however I personally would like to remember this ridiculous morning.
So, waking up, after a very cold damp night of half sleep... Wasn't actually so bad. However as I get ready to take my shower, I am rudely made aware of the complications this simple task is going to pose today. To preface this, I have yet to have a single shower here that is consistently hot. It verys from luke warm, to a few seconds of scald, to 5 minutes of icicle water.. Repeat. Also, the bathroom sink for the past week hasn't been draining properly. When you brush your teeth ( turning the water off diring brushing obviously.. Save the planet ).. You still end up with a pool of foaming spit water trying to escape down the emergence drain hole at the top. It doesn't help that its the smallest sink I've ever seen, but regardless, there have clearly been some plumbing issues. However I sure hope I'm bot the only person keeping up with my hygiene and the presence of a plunger in the bathroom 3 days ago had me thinking they were onto the problem.
Wellllll apparently not. As I turn the shower on this morning and give it the 2 Minute warmup to reach the mildly warm water temperature I'm learning to desire above all other water options, I step ib to find myself sstanding in a puddle of ice water which has now caused water to spil over the shallow basin of the shower stall all over ther floor. FAIL.
So turn the water off. Obviosuly. Stand there like an idiot for a few seconds cursing to myself... Grab the towel and continue to debate my options. The worlds smallest sink with an equally poor drainage situation at the shower will obviously not work for a sponge bath of sorts. So option 2 the "boys bathroom". Which doesn't have a shower, instead a tub which also serves as a permanent mop closet... I have never quite understoon the shower proceedings in the house and frankly still don't. So the tub in the "boys bathroom" has a hand-held shower head.
Focus on the hair is my main objective, since we all know that I'd rather stink than have greasy hair. Ha! So as I'm waiting for the water to reach its semi-warm temperature ( ps my face is literally purple by now from being near hypothermic).. The shower head begins an exorcist/ striking cobra impression flinging cold water all of me, the bathroom, my partially dry towel and my dry ( but not clean ) clothes I was to wear today.
FAIL.
Moving on.. I manage to get through wash and conditioning before the water turns the frigid cold... Causing my to bang my forehead against the tub because I'm attempting the upside down head of version of hair washing this morning. PISS!
Thennn I decide that since the water hit the cold spell I could brush my teeth wait the five minutes and try a quick splash with luke warm water so I didn't smell not knowing when and where the next sufficient shower would be and since I was having so much fun already.
Welll that resulted in a squating duck attempt at a 'bath' next to 2 mop buckets. Ohh the joys!
After the semi shower/bath disaster, I tried to fix the overflowing shower .. And all that got me was a horrible stench of poop through the train and more water all over.
Thennnn I go to the train station, stil covered on a thin coast of soap and hair that has way too much conditioner residue. To find out its not working today. Fail. A bus and a few trains later. Finally in Rome. Wish me luck!
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