In the morning, I gather all my courage and brave the busy streets alone to buy some more essentials like cutting boards, knives and towels.
Rain this time of year is not usual? My ass! It starts raining so hard that I have to mop the kitchen, the bedroom and the living room with old towels. This rain is crazy intense: it is so thick that it looks like someone has hung up of sheer white piece of cloth in the sky. As I am writing this, I take breaks to mop some more.
A conversation with Frank on the whereabouts of a laundry facility proves once again fruitless…Until I ask, “do people do there own washing by hand?”. He answers yes. Oh. I promptly get the two basins from my balcony and clean them out with Chlorox and dish washing detergent. These will be my laundry facilities for the next year. Sigh…