Happy post-Halloween weekend all! I hope your Friday night was spent enjoying delicious treats and slightly reminiscent and debaucherous adult dress-up parties!
Neil and I went to a party hosted by some of our co-workers, it was circus themed…and there were cupcakes…and an instagram hashtag…need I say more? It was fun and made all that much better by a late night lomito (think the most delicious form of a toasted sandwich with thin and tender beef, a fried egg and copious amounts of garlic sauce) and a rainy morning sleep in.
One of my favourite things in the world is waking up on a lazy weekend morning to rain…it’s the only time I give myself permission to wake up slowly and engage in very little activity completely guilt free. And the smell of rain is so friggin’ good…there is even a word to describe it: petrichor, the scent of rain on dry earth. [side note: I may have made my students stand outside yesterday and ‘smell’ the rain. Not too sure any of my hyper active 9-year-olds were able to appreciate it…]
Rainy mornings remind me of home. I grew up on the always-wet west coast of Canada and though I definitely didn’t love the rain when I lived amongst it’s wet and soggy clouds for endless winter months, now it strums that home-sick cord. Well, that was my thinking until my slow morning wake up was interrupted by a disgruntled husband’s comment of “come and see the kitchen…”
Now to flashback just a tad, that beautiful and destiny-drawn house that Neil and I found after a month of hotel living? I wrote about it here? Yes, well it’s had some hiccups (I could kick myself for writing things like “It’s a beauty of a house“…though I’m still very fond of it’s quirky decor). Like many Paraguayan homes, it leaks. Some have said that mopping and squeegeeing out your house is a rite of passage here. Done that multiple times! Check! When it rains hard, (and people here have kindly reminded us, multiple times that we haven’t even SEEN it rain hard yet) water pours in down the walls of one bedroom. No joke, there have been times where 3 to 4 inches of water in the bedroom and hallway is our ‘welcome home’ from work present. There is also a leak by our couch and one by the fireplace, BUT we’ve got strategies for these. When thunderstorms are on the horizon we move some furniture and set out some buckets. Inconvenient yes, but manageable. You may be wondering why we haven’t had these issues repaired…long (and fairly uninteresting) story but let’s just say that a disinterested landlord and the tranquilo’ mentality of Paraguayan workers isn’t helping us [point in case – when we texted our landlords’ son this morning he responded with “leaks and electricity problems are common in Paraguay“…No shit. They’re especially bad when you don’t fix broken roofs!]
Back to the kitchen. It is now my official belief that our house is haunted. Appropriate timing, given Halloween, yes? Rain water came in last night (although how I haven’t yet determined, we can’t find the source!) and fried the electricity in the kitchen. When Neil went in, the counters and floor were wet. He dried them and continued on with his plan of making breakfast only to discover 3 inches of water sitting in the utensil drawer. The other drawers and cupboards were all dry, though spiced with that unmistakable scent of musty mould….goodbye lovely, fresh, clean, rain smell!
I would just think there was some weird-ass wall leaking going on that somehow poured most of the counter water into one drawer, but then I found the garbage can. Our closed, lid on garbage can was completely full to the brim, literally swollen with water. Again, the area around the garbage can, the walls, the counter and the floor were dry. How does that even happen? Being the logical thinking person I am, I’ve come to the conclusion that either some strange individual filled our garbage can with water, or there is a ghost with a certain sense of humour. Or…well I can’t think of another logical explanation so I’ll have to leave it there.
If you think of one (a logical explanation that is) please do let me know. Until then I’ll continue to celebrate the Halloween spirit and believe that ghostly bodies are responsible for strange leaks. And though I love the rain and the fantastic Paraguayn thunderstorms that are predicted to continue this week, I’m hoping things dry out a little around here.
Love from the wet-and-soggy (and potentially, but probably not haunted) Casa Wolfentyre