We had a bit of a flood at the guesthouse this morning. Those of you who have known me for awhile know that I had a series of flooding incidents in a series of apartments during and after college which made me pretty handy with a mop and bucket. I was hoping, after a year of being flood-free in Haiti, that I had left that particular talent back in America. Apparently not.
We started the morning very excited because one of the couples who lives here purchased a washing machine recently, which was supposed to make doing laundry a (relatively) simple task. Except that this is Haiti, and things never go as planned down here. In the middle of doing laundry a sink was broken and water came gushing out of the wall, flooding the bathroom with the washing machine in it. Twice. So we mopped the room. Twice. Then we finished off the laundry by hand after all. We went to a local restaurant that serves hamburgers for lunch, because sometimes, when you are an American learning to live in a foreign country and you have flooded the bathroom twice and then hand washed nearly every towel in the place, you really need a cheeseburger.
Hahahahahaha the curse of the flood!
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